Taylor

Kennedy leaps from her seat, darts towards me, and hugs me tightly. Her tear-stained cheeks wet my cheek and t-shirt. Jackson drops to his knees on my other side to join the celebration. We hug, then laugh as we all wipe our tears without speaking a word.

I break the silence when I can take it no more. “We need to eat before our food gets cold,” I announce.

As he returns to his chair, Jackson mumbles, “Too much oohy-gooey for Taylor.”

He knows me too ...