Chapter Twenty-One
Lucy
My phone vibrated on the dresser. I’d just finished taking a shower and was tugging a sweatshirt over my head. It was chilly out this late afternoon. After a clear, calm day, clouds had rolled in, bringing a chill along with them.
I yanked my sweatshirt down and strolled to the dresser to glance at my phone screen. Tapping it, I saw a text from Levi.
I’m helping my dad stack some wood, and my mom’s cooking. I thought you might want to stop by. You’re welcome of course. My mom’s a better cook than me. ;)
I stuffed my hands in the front pocket of my sweatshirt and stared down at my phone—as if though the phone itself was a person standing in front of me. I chewed the inside of my cheek and turned away, walking to look out the windows. Though it was gray outside,
