Cleona grinned, glancing over my shoulder at Noah, I’m guessing. “So that’s who that is. He doesn’t look all that different, a heck of a lot better, but I didn’t even consider that it could be him when he walked in; mainly because I thought that he would never show up to another one of Ethel’s celebrations. But boy, did he grow up well.”
My nose was slightly wrinkled. Aren’t they family? She caught my eye and shook her head, offering a laugh. “Ethel’s sister is my father’s wife. So we aren’t related. Technically, I’m not even related to Marissa by blood.”
I just nodded in response, my lips pursed. I still don’t like the things she said about Noah; they don’t settle well in my stomach. May furrowed her eyebrows. “How did you get him to come with you?” She suddenly covered her mouth. “Not
