Harper
I see Levy standing there with his hands in his pockets as hot as hell and wanting to jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist and tree climb him, only that wouldn't be appropriate right now.
"Is everything okay?" he asks with concern in his dark eyes, his brows furrowed. I also see that Dylan looks angsty too. Jeez it hits me like a ton of bricks that Taylor and I were not the only ones who were shitting ourselves over my mother not going to rehab.
As it happens she has agreed to still go and want's to do the right thing for both of us. More importantly she has recognized that she needs to do this for herself first and foremost. She is who matters now, and there are many years of destruction that she needs to work through.
"Yes, momma has agreed to go," I tell him.
