Hoping that he still did, even if I didn’t deserve it.
“Uncle Levi, I—”
My words were lost on a chest-rending sob.
I ran to him like I’d always been too proud to when I was a child. He let out a surprised grunt and then pulled me into a hug.
I breathed in the familiar scent of farm air and the harsh dollar store laundry detergent my aunt hated with a passion.
Normal smells from a normal world.
A world that was no more.
“Oh, baby girl,” he whispered, the tenderness in his voice cracking the last of my resolve.
I cried, the tears pouring out of me, seemingly without end.
Was I crying for myself?
Crying for him?
Crying for all of it?
When the tears slowed, I stepped back, suddenly aware of Jack’s eyes on me.
I shouldn’t have been embarrassed. It wasn’t like Jack had never seen that before.
But I was. Told myself it was just all the emotion of the day getting to me.
Uncle Levi shuffled from foot to foot and I looked at him again, seeing the reflection of tears that old codes of what it meant to be strong would never let fall.
Most of all, I saw the love.
“You were always good at that,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
I wiped my face on my sleeve, momentarily mortified by how gross that was before I refocused. “Good at what?”
“Well, I was about to tear you a new one for leading those things to my fence, but you distracted me before I could get a word in.”
I shook my head, managing a laugh through the last of my tears. Uncle Levi smiled back, the expression bright, genuine, despite the ugliness around us.
He titled his head. “You got company?”
I glanced back at Jack, who stepped closer.
He stood ramrod straight, his weapon still in his hand, but all things considered, he looked relaxed enough. I wondered if Uncle Levi saw him that way.
“Jackson Thorne,” he said, looking at Uncle Levi with the same unpretentious confidence I knew so well.
“Levi Griffin.”
Uncle Levi didn’t offer his hand, a fact that wasn’t lost on me, and one I knew wasn’t lost on Jack, either.
But as the seconds ticked by, Jack didn’t say anything.
Neither did Uncle Levi.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and gestured toward the pasture. “Are you two genuinely having a stare-off right now?”