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He smiles, kissing my head again. “I’m not sure, but as long as we’re together, I know we’ll be fine.”
I reach up and cup his face. “I love you.”
Brady stands and lifts me up. He carries me down the hall to our room and sets me in the bed. “You get some rest. I’ll clean it up.”
I feel high on hope. “Thank you.”
His brow wrinkles. “For what?”
“Taking such good care of me.”
He smiles, bending down and giving me a quick kiss. “I always will, Sunshine.”
My heart melts for this man. I don’t deserve him.
Brady
I clean up Mona’s room before going downstairs. It’s not an easy task, but I don’t want Tori to see it when she wakes up.
Liv and Harrison are in the kitchen, eating lunch. Harrison stands and grabs his keys off the counter. He nods understandingly at me. “I’m off to the Center. You need anything before I go?”
“No, thanks,” I answer him quickly.
He plants a kiss on Liv’s head. “See you later.”
Liv nods. “Love you.”
As soon as Harrison’s out the door, Liv rises from the table. “Hey.” She looks pained as she makes her way over to me. Her arms reach around me to pat my back in a relaxed hug. She pulls back. “How is she?”
“I don’
t know.” Honestly, I don’t have any idea whether what happened upstairs is something I should be worried about or not. I can’t say I haven’t felt that angry at times, but seeing Tori like that gutted me. I don’t want to talk about it. If I have to explain what happened upstairs, I’m sure to break down again. I can’t do it. I need to be strong for her.
“I’m sorry, Brady.”
I love my sister. She read me like an open book and knows not to push.
“Can I go see her?”
I shake my head. “She fell asleep.”
“Okay, well…how about you, bro? How are you dealing with this?”
“Fuck if I know.” My fist hits the counter angrily. “I hate that she blames herself.”
“I know you do.”
“The funeral’s tomorrow. Her parents will be here tonight. I hope having her mom here will help.”
Liv smiles. “I’m sure it will.”
The doorbell rings. Liv looks up at me, surprised. “Are you expecting someone?”
I shake my head in response.
“I’ll get it.”
She walks to get the door, and I follow behind her. She looks through the peephole, the worry on her face clear as she turns to face me.
