Full Tilt (Full Tilt #1)(103)

Theo parked on the dirt shoulder, then came around to open the passenger door for me. I held the urn secure in my arms, its brass weight warm from my skin, and heavy. Outside, the wind gusted cold and sharp.

The truck’s headlights cast yellow cones of light around us, glinting off the urn as Theo took it gently from my arms. Neither one of us spoke while he removed the lid and let the wind take the ashes. By the light of the truck, I watched them lift into the sky where they were blown into wisps—like smoke—and then vanished.

I felt untethered, as if the wind would take me too. Lift me up and tear me into a million little pieces and fling them against the sky.

Then his hand closed around mine.

“Stay here,” Theo said softly. I felt his pulse beat through his palm, warm and strong against mine, keeping me from blowing away. Keeping me whole.

My fingers tightened around his as we stared toward the edge of the universe where Jonah now lived.

“I will.”