I shifted uncomfortably throughout the brief introduction. We were then seated in a temple. She dismissed Dominic and waved me to her side. Dominic bowed, and left.
" You look like you saw a ghost," she remarked, fixing incense on the burner. They were three frames. One, of an older man. Probably her husband. Another man. He's younger than the first. Maybe her son. I drifted to the next one. A woman.
With a gush of realization, I snapped back to the image of the younger man.
" His father?" I mumbled.
" Not biologically," she chimed. " But then you already know."
" How could she tell?" I quizzed myself. As if she heard my thoughts, she waved dismissively. " I am old, but I'm not your regular grandma," she says, wearing a stern look for a second.
My eyes lowered. Last thing I want on
