Page 45 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 16

Evelyn

Some mornings go better than others. After spending Friday night talking with Nathan, hearing more of a backstory in regards to his past I felt better. It was stupid, but I trusted him. I could feel the sincerity shine through his words.

I just hoped my heart wasn't wrong.

With it being early, I picked up my phone and called Nana, reminding her that I would be there later. She picked up immediately and I could almost picture that smile on her face as she spoke.

I got in the shower, making sure to take extra care of my very unruly hair. It was always so difficult to control but I hoped that today it would cooperate.

Finally, I got dressed, moussed up my hair and pinned a section back so it wouldn't all be in my face. I opted not to wear makeup except for a bit of mascara and a nude lipstick, just enough to not look like I was still so tired.

As I made my way downstairs, I heard the hushed voices of Hannah and Nathan. It didn't take a genius to realize that they were arguing again. They had another counseling session that afternoon, according to what Nate had told me, and he didn't want to go. Either way, my mind fleeted to Nana and how happy she'd be if we all joined her for breakfast. Against my better judgment, I cleared my throat, interrupting the discussion that only seemed to be getting worse.

“What?” Hannah hissed, turning in my direction.

“Goddamn,” Nathan said, frustrated. “What your sister means is, good morning.”

“I'm used to it,” I replied with a small smile. He returned it while Hannah simply looked at me irritated.

“What do you want, Evie?”

“I'm going out for breakfast with Nana and was wondering if you both wanted to join.” Nathan raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I'm sure Nan would love to have us all there,” I said to Hannah.

“I have a meeting at eleven so…”

“Hannah, you can take an hour out of your day to eat with your grandmother and your sister,” Nathan said, rolling his eyes.

“Fine but we need to finish talking first,” Hannah said, directed at Nathan.

“Okay,” I said, glancing at my sister. “I'm sure Nana will appreciate it, Han. Thank you.”

She didn't reply so I turned around and walked away, leaving the still married couple to argue in peace. I took a cab to Nana's, hoping that Nathan and Hannah wouldn't be too late since my grandma liked to eat early. It was a beautiful day though, and I took the chance to admire the families gathered playing outside with their kids. It was always a lovely scene.

When I finally arrived I paid the cab driver and stepped out, rushing over to the house. Eager to get the day started, I took out the key, unlocking the door and walked in.

The smell of coffee invaded my nostrils. She’d likely been about to have her morning coffee. I'd arrived right on time. I turned off the stove, pouring it in her favorite mug before going to her bedroom. The bed was empty, so I knocked on the en-suite restroom, opening after no answer.

“Nana, surprise,” I said with a smile. “Nate and Hannah are going with us too.”

Still, no answer.

I went over to the bedroom window, noticing that she didn't draw the blinds, which was odd for her. I tripped.

“What the—”

The mug fell from my hands, just like my stomach dropped at the sight. I didn't even feel the burn of the coffee that splashed on me.

Nana was lying unnaturally on the floor, eyes wide open, not moving at all. Not even the typical up and down of when someone is breathing.

I knelt down beside her, shaking her a little bit, unable to form any words. She wasn't cold…but she wasn't warm.

“N-Nana? This isn't funny,” I choked out, my voice trembling and desperate.

I ran my hand through her hair, cupping her cheek with a shaky exhale.

No no no no.

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