Bianca
“Oh, how I’ve missed you, Bianca,” Nan said as I slammed the car door shut, before I even got close to her.
I smiled, seeing her silver bob haircut. It normally would be neatly styled, but today it was a mess, and her usual bright blue eyes appeared dull. Something was wrong—not just a little bit, but a lot. Uncle Floyd would usually be all bubbly, but it was as if he hadn’t slept for a week, maybe longer.
I nodded in his direction while wrapping my arms around Nan. She was holding me so tight, I was worried that she would squeeze me so hard that I would be sick.
“What’s wrong?”
She pulled away from me. “Not here. Hi Erika, let’s all go into the house.”
I nodded, feeling bad that Erika was carrying my bag. She could sense that I was feeling this way and winked at me as if
