I frowned a little, leaning on Gungnir like a staff, and looked up. “Mom?” My face fell, tears instantly running down my cheeks as she came forward and hugged me. “Vervain, I'm so sorry,” she held me while I cried. Funny how seeing my mom broke the dam of numbness for me. I guess we all want our Mommy when things go bad. “He's dead,” I whispered as if she didn't know. “Mom, Odin's dead.” “I know,” she slid to the side so she could wrap an arm around my waist and help me down the path. “He was a good man, I liked him.” “He saved my life.” “Then I love him,” she smiled sadly, “and I'm very grateful to him.” “Yeah well he kinda owed you one anyway,” I huffed, thinking of how he'd made her go through a teen pregnancy to have me. “Huh?” “Never mind,”
