“Sorry about dinner. I think I’ll just head to bed.” She struggles to smile.“I am not worried about that. I am more worried about whatever put that look on your face. " I remark.The false smile dies. She looks away from me. But I am not deterred.“Nan, tell me what's wrong. Did something happen at
Nan’s POVThere is only one clear path for me.I see this now.The ride home had not made things any clearer. I may have fibbed to Mr. Darren…just a little. I left the office in resolution.But the lonely ride home gave me time to think. Too much time to think. Leaving doubt to creep in.‘Is this th
The design is old. A silver wolf curled around a lotus. The only color to the necklace is the wolves’ eyes…like moonstone but tinted in grey. She places it in my hand. It feels warm to the touch. This throws me off.“Mom…I’ve never seen this before. Where did you get this?” I ask. “It has been pa
Nan’s POVThe day of the wedding has arrived.I had only just saved the day by the skin of my teeth. I was lucky to return to the budget manager before the office closed for the day. We were able to put in the rest of the orders without a problem.If Mr. Darren was a lesser man, I thought he might c
It feels like a chapter in my life being shut for good. Over without my consent. I place a hand in a familiar way over this different necklace around my neck.‘This chapter might be closing soon too…I’ll try to enjoy the rest of the ride.’ I pledge. A bittersweet feeling wells up.At the very least,
Lionel’s POV“Lionel…I have bad news for you.” Mother revealsI stare at my mother in bafflement.“What bad news?” I put forth.‘More importantly, what does Nan have to do with this?’ I think with dread. ‘Does it have to do with what happened the other day?’“Oh my baby boy…there’s no easy way to sa
I know how others perceive our relationship. They look at our disparities in status and assume. They assume that Nan is using me.They are wrong.Nan is many things. She is stubborn. The fuse to her temper is long but explosive once pushed too far.Being a gold digger is not one of those things.The
Nan’s POVMy failure continues to plague me.‘What have I done?’ This question haunts me as the days go by. It feels less and less like I can stand by my decision.I thought I could live with the consequences of pawning my mother’s necklace. That I could emotionally let go even if I failed to redeem