“Angel.”
I almost jumped at Brother’s voice inside my head. My heart gives a little kick.
My gaze moves to him leaning casually against the car; dark eyes lock on me with the kind of focus that steals air.
My brows knit, the expression ‘Why did you just call me?’ plastered on my face. However, he only holds my gaze for a few torturous seconds, then looks away like nothing happened.
Typical. Drop a bomb and act like it was weather talk.
Nanny Ruth's warm voice echoes as the door swings open. Her gray hair is tucked under a scarf, her apron still dusted with flour.
“Oh, my little girl!” she exclaims, her voice breaking with emotion. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was worried sick! Yet I couldn't come to the central city…”
“I know,” I interrupt softly, squeezing her hand. I know exactly w
