Chapter Twenty-Five
Levi
A few days later, I rapped quickly on the kitchen door to my parents’ house before stepping inside. “Hey Mom,” I called. “Got your text.”
The sound of footsteps reached me as she came down the stairs and crossed the hallway into the kitchen. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun with a pencil.
“Hi hon,” she said as she stepped to my side and pecked me on the cheek. “Coffee?”
“Of course,” I replied as I shrugged out of my jacket and tossed it on the coat rack by the door. “So what’s wrong with your dishwasher?”
“Well, if I knew what was wrong with it, I wouldn’t have called you.”
I chuckled. “So true. You like to fix things yourself when you can, just like Lucy.”
I hadn’t meant for that to slip out. Oh well.
My mother turned away from the coffee pot, han
