Chapter 13
“Are you sure you don’t want me to read you a bedtime story?” I joke. The days when Jackson even allowed me in his room are long gone.
He rolls his eyes at me.
“Can I at least get a hug?”
“Jax. Come on,” Vivian says, using her stern mom voice.
“I read an article the other day in which they said making kids hug people when they don’t want to can be considered child abuse,” Jackson quips.
“Since when do you read actual articles instead of watching YouTube videos?” Vivian asks.
“Tssss,” Jackson scoffs. He walks up to me and puts his arm around my shoulder.
I roll my head backward. “How can this ever be considered abuse,” I say.
“Love you, Izzy,” he says. Who knows whether he means it? He’s been saying it his entire life. Jackson is fourteen now and he clearly has much bett
