AFTERMATH - Peter & Livvy
He clung tight, trying to get himself back under control. He needed to tell her about Amy. And, God, he'd have to tell Ginger. And Charley too. It was overwhelming, his heart was breaking all over again, and every time he started to get his breathing under control, every time he tried to force the words out, his throat closed off again and more tears came.
A few minutes passed like an eternity with Peter simply trying to hold on, soaking in his mother's presence, trying to hold onto that. She was okay, she was alive and safe and they were together. As long as they were alive they had a chance. They could make this right. He didn't have the slightest idea how, and he was far too exhausted, body and soul, to think of it now, but there had to be a way. "Amy's gone," he whispered, barely containing the wild mix of emotions pulling at him.