Willow’s P.O.V.
A comfortable silence filled the truck as I drove with Jessie in town to the diner. I glanced over at him to find him staring out the passenger side window, lost in deep thought. I could tell because he was fidgeting with the fabric of his jeans. It’s something Jessie did when thoughts were running through his brain. A small smile crossed my lips as old memories filled my head as I watched him.
I returned my eyes to the road, thinking of earlier. Even after six years, Jessie has barely changed. There were slight changes, some bad but others good. Watching the way he interacted with Denny made my heart swell. I hesitated to introduce Denny to him, but I was glad I did. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but he was perfect with Denny. Denny was so excited to tell his mom he had
