Her parents laugh. “Just wait until you realize she never screws the lids back on all the way or forgets to close cupboard doors behind her.”
“Mom! God, you guys, I’m right here.”
“Honestly, though,” I continue. “I’ve enjoyed having her here. You raised a good woman.”
Indy’s attention darts to me before she looks away, signing my words as she does.
“Thank you.” Even though Indy translates for her dad, I know the very basics of ASL. She clears her throat uncomfortably. “He asked if you’ll watch after me.”
I look back at Indy, but she won’t make eye contact. She seems nervous for what I’ll have to say and maybe she’s wishing her dad didn’t ask that at all.
But regardless of his request, I’ve been watching out for Indy since she moved in. I hate what she’s going through, and my underst
