She hit my shoulder playfully. “You devil child. You're going to give me a heart attack. Come here.”
Nana hugged me and I reveled in her motherly comfort. Even though my parents both still lived, I knew them so little that my parental figures were my grandma and the man who they considered just a “chauffeur.” They'd been there for me more than Mr. and Mrs. Carson ever had been. In fact, they checked up on me more often than my mom did while I was gone. Sometimes weeks would pass in which all I would receive from my parents would be a text message to let me know they'd deposited money into my account.
“Such a pretty young woman,” Nana said with pride, cupping my face. “Isn't she just stunning?
I saw Nathan swallow at the question directed towards him. In the end, he replied with a single nod.
“Have you told Hannah you're here?”
Horror filled me at the thought of not letting Hannah know anything at all. However, when I saw Nathan clench his jaw as if the mere thought of my sister angered him, confusion replaced all doubt. They were definitely not in a good place.
We spent a considerable amount of time with Nana, catching up and talking about all the different plans she had now that I was back. It felt more like home than my sister's house. Maybe it was a better idea for me to move in with Nana…
Either way, I would be spending the following three weeks of the winter break with my grandmother.
Maybe Nathan will let me borrow his car to drive her around.
Not wanting to be alone, Nana opted to go to my sister's house with us for the night. All hope for a nice family dinner vanished when we pulled up and saw my sister standing at the door, arms crossed over her chest, a glare directed towards me through the windshield.
I really, really didn't want to end up arguing on my first day back. But…
Let the bitchfest begin.