Nana is sitting on the couch in the living room, but jumps up just like everyone else when I walk in. She’s dressed simply in a blue sweater and slacks with her long hair pulled back in a low ponytail. My light eyes lock on her dark ones. Her gaze darts pointedly down at my dress and the corner of her mouth ticks up in a half smile and in a split second I know that she knows exactly where I’ve been.
