“What? Brother Milo only left today?”
Levi had just heard that Milo was on the plane that morning, and it made him even more upset.
He huffed, “Big brother didn’t tell me. Brother Milo didn’t tell me either. He must be trying to sneak over and steal you away. Sister, you weren’t taken by him. You’re my sister, not his. He doesn’t even have a sister. He’s the one stealing mine.”
Belle laughed. “Relax. I’m your sister. I always will be. No one can take me away from you.”
“Your big brother must’ve forgotten to tell you. What guests are coming today?” she asked, gently steering the conversation in a new direction before her little chatterbox could spiral again.
Ophelia—Rowan’s wife—often said Levi was just like Rowan. Once he started talking, he didn’t stop.
In Belle’s memory, Uncle Rowan had always been eloquent.