Levi
As we kept looking at the pretty snowglobes, I heard a male voice call Sicily from the other side of the aisle.
More like a teenage kid.
"Jackson?" Sicily said with a big smile on her face and her arms wide open to hug him. He was hesitant, putting his hands in his pockets, when she approached him and awkwardly wrapped her arms around him.
"I've missed you a lot," she whispered.
"I can't tell. You barely called and you missed Thanksgiving with us. I needed you here after what happened to me."
I kissed Sicily on her temples and stepped away to give them privacy, but she held me by the wrist.
"Stay. There's nothing you can't hear, at least that's what I think. Right, Jackson?"
He shrugged his shoulders without a care in the world as he explained to her
