Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Chapter 357

371. Olivia - Spencer I

My heart is about to burst out of my chest, with how fast it beats. While my eyes see the little boy who is the spitting image of Tyson playing on the rug with toys, my brain is yet to catch up with what is happening. He looks at me, his eyes like Tyson's, full of recognition. My soul and body, my entire being, recognize the little boy as mine.

"Mommy, you're not in Heaven anymore?"

I crawl my way to him, not blinking, afraid that if I do so, he will disappear. My soul is telling me that the little boy is my son, but my brain keeps reminding me that Spencer is dead. "Spencer," someone wails. It is a moment later that I realize the sound came from me.

Spencer gets up from the rug, his little feet quickly taking him to me. I don't dare touch him, still afraid that it is a trick of my mind. "Papaw and Mamaw told you and Daddy are coming tonight, but I didn't believe them. Dead people live in another place. That's what Papaw told me." His little fingers press against my cheek. He is so warm. "Mommy, how was it in Heaven?"

I pull Spencer into my arms, my face burying into his neck. He smells like the day he was born. Tyson's arms wrap around us, his shoulders shaking with emotions.

My son. In my arms. Alive. How?

One by one, Mose, Jasper, Ansel, and Rueben kneel around us, embracing Tyson, Spencer, and me.

I still don't understand how Spencer can be alive, but I'll worry about it later. Right now, all I want to do is cry and laugh at the same time. Life has never felt so perfect.

"It was lonely without you," I finally reply to Spencer's question.

is why you returned?" he

because I love you

realize that I might want the baby, then Angel tells me she is finally giving birth. Then after my nap, the guys told me they had a surprise for me, and they brought me to my grandparents' house. I thought they were dead or worse, wanted nothing to do with

is overwhelming for everyone, but please, have a seat," Grandpa Jon

to take Spencer away from me, but I refuse to let go of him. What if this

spends several minutes examining my face. He even turns my

chuckles. "Some do. Have you ever seen a

tight. "You are not like a mummy," he says, making everyone laugh, "you are

I rub his back. "He speaks so well for his age," I can't help but

Spencer's short

butterfly,

or a birthmark behind my ear. Grandma Khloe, who is to my left,

my bondeds. I felt a tingle behind

have thought that my hellstar mark would represent hope and love when I lived without

turns serious. "Spencer, go play with

I don't want to ever

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