Levi
"No more mourning me, my son. Move on with life and take care of your sister," I heard my father's voice whisper in my ear, “I love you, and I’m sorry.”
I felt his lips on my forehead as I fluttered my eyes open. His silhouette was blurry, but his smile was clear as he gave me one more look before disappearing through the curtains.
Could I be dreaming?
I groaned in pain as my eyes wandered around, only to find Sicily sleeping on the chair next to my bed, her hand holding mine.
A sense of guilt took over me as I noticed her tear stained cheeks and her eyes swollen. She had been crying a lot, and it was all my fault.
"Sicily," I called her, my voice sounded hoarse while I tried to get her attention by moving my hand.
"Baby, wake up," I tried again, this ti
