TAVIAN’S POV
Eli’s playing is as pristine as always; the soft, gentle melody is well-paced, allowing me to move easily with Nana without having to rush her.
We sway side to side, moving to the rhythm. Her hand rests in mine, the other on my shoulder, while I hold her at the small of her back.
A smile touches my lips, matching hers.
“Happy birthday, Nana.”
“This is the fifth time you’ve wished me that, Tavian. I get it already,” she teases, but the grin on her face shows she’s loving the attention.
“You don’t look a day over 50; clearly, you're aging backward.”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, darling, and I’m not the one you should be showering with all this love and attention.”
Her gaze shifts toward Briar behind me, though her eyes are unfocused.
I’m compelled to look at Bri
