"You look surprised." I turned at the sound of Nath's laughter. He was driving us through the neighborhood he used to live in, and the place was a bit shocking to me. Some people stared at us, or rather at Nath as the car drive by. We had picked up some car parts from the repair shop he had intended to visit, and now we were heading for his childhood home. The neighborhood wasn't what I expected it to be. It looked more rural, with flats dotting the landscape — a lot like the farming city I was from, but these people didn't keep gardens or farm animals.
After a while of driving, Nath pulled the car to a stop in front of a flat. He took in a deep breath, and I turned to look at him before reaching out to squeeze his thigh.
"Your mother lives here?" I asked, and he bit down on his bottom l
