I sink back into my seat, feeling relaxed. A few days of getting my head back on track has cleared away some of the darkness from that night on the porch. "What kind of idea?" I ask. "I'm not sure if you are going to like it," he admits. Now I'm nervous, my relaxed demeanor instantly turning to tense uncertainty. "That doesn't make me nervous at all," I say, trying to keep my voice light. My teasing falls flat. "I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said the other day about Nana. How much you miss her and how you hate how you left things after she passed. I don't know, it feels like you have a lot of wounds and unfinished business. Sometimes getting closure to something like that helps you move forward." "Where are you going with this, Cole?" I ask carefully. "Do you trust me?" he asks, throwing me a look meant to reassure me. It does nothing to calm my heart, which is currently slamming against my chest. "I thought I did." He smiles and reaches over to take my hand in his. "I know the family who bought Nana's house," he says.
