Only one will stand at the end of it all.
"Are you ready?"
I glance at Mort in the early morning darkness. "I think I am going to throw-up, to be honest." I am in a dark cloak, my hair braided down my back. My nerves are making me sick.
Mort takes a deep breath. "No matter what happens today...we did our best." She pats me on the shoulder. "There, there."
I smile at her.
"Mort, I will miss you terribly." I say with a breath, "Whenever I see a white butterfly, I will always think of you." I smile through watery eyes.
Mort wipes a tear. "That makes me emotional."
I laugh.
She sniffs and I take her, hugging her. "Let's go," I kiss her head and we both make our way to the South Shore.