Zayn's POV
The drive to the nursing home took less than twenty minutes, but my grip on the steering wheel didn't loosen once. When Vivian had called me honey in that sweet but innocent voice of hers, I was dumbstruck for a few seconds and even after the call when she sent me the address, I couldn't stop thinking about her.
A couple of minutes later when I walked into the private suite, the two women instantly turned to look at me.
Vivian stood by the bedside with a nervous look on her face while on the bed, her grandmother sat as her eyes seemed to evaluate me.
"He's here Grandmas," I heard Vivian mutter.
"Zayn," Grandma spoke first, not bothering with pleasantries but instead, she pointed directly at the empty chair beside her. "Sit down. My daughter had told me a lot abo
