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1 Levi, Seventeen Years Old
Moiven I didn’t feel bad about her worries
She said I was abandoning her, but I tried my best toloosely to my ear as her voice filled with an unnecessary but all too fa mountains out of hts were the leading cause of her failed relationships “That’s why things didn’t work out with Kent, Hannah You pushed hio on dates, Hannah You’re an emotional rollercoaster who fears intimacy”
Denise had been uessed that uru
“I just don’t want you to get hurt again, Levi” Mo in Wisconsin, but it was my choice to come spend the year with Dad I hadn’t seen him since I was eleven, and I had this crazy idea that if I didn’t try now for souy, then I would never truly know my father Plus, Mom needed her space I needed my space
After being hootten to the point where she treated me like I was her other half She hardly talked to anyone else except for Denise and me
“You’re no good forsister, Levi Myers I know you’re her son, but you’re no good for her,” Denise always told me
“I’ll be fine, Moined her nervously tapping her fingernails against the closest surface while she sipped watered down coffee “Really, Ma”
“Okay Well, if he gets too bad you’ll stay with Lance, right? Or you’ll coets too hard, okay?” We both knew that wasn’t really a choice I was no good for her and her mental health Hopefully I would be better for Dad I nodded as if she could see“So where are you now?”
“Waiting for the city bus to take me into town”
“City bus?”
“I guess Dad’s car isn’t working”
A few curse words slipped froue, and I smirked at her obvious distaste for the ht have been in love I didn’t know s I knew, I’d learned fro the summer up until I turned eleven He used to send birthday and Christe Nothing big, just a s happy birthday or Merry Christmas I still had all of them in a shoebox
Then one year it all stopped He told Mo an explanation My goal for this whole year with Dad was to find out the answer to why he stopped our visits and his letters cold turkey I was going to do everything in ure out what happened between us
“I’ to call Lance and have him pick you up”
“No, Mo deal”
Lance was my uncle, Dad’s brother, and the only reason she allowed me to come spend the school year with Dad He’d helped ood for all of us He’d promised to keep an eye on me