Levi
How was I supposed to tell Sicily what I was doing? She’ll hate me, and probably tell me there are other ways to control the rage I had on the inside at the loss of Dad and the pressure my mother is putting on me.
“I have to go,” she said, closing the first aid kit after being done with the cuts on my knuckles and putting it back in the bathroom. As she was heading out of the room, I stopped her by the wrist, wincing in pain. My whole body was aching like crazy.
“I promise I will tell you when I can…”
“When you can? Levi, what if whatever you’re doing ends up in tragedy? Eva and I need you, and I don’t want to imagine what it is you’re hiding from me. But you need to get your s**t together.”
She pulled her hand out of mine and leaned down to kiss my forehead, her
