Nina felt her heart racing as she eavesdropped on the conversation happening behind her. The words being exchanged felt like the missing pieces of a puzzle, slowly fitting together to form an unexpected picture.
Darla’s voice was filled with urgency as she leaned in closer to Gran, whispering, her eyes scanning the room for anyone listening. Gran’s expression was grave as she shook her head in response. There was something going on, something that Gran didn’t want Nina to know.
With a deep breath, Nina gathered her courage and decided to confront them. Standing up from her seat, she cleared her throat and drew their attention. Despite the nerves bubbling beneath the surface, her voice remained steady as she spoke. “I couldn’t help but overhear,” she began. “What exactly are the two of you talking about?”
Gran looked surprised, a hint of unease flickering across her face before she composed herself. “Oh, it’s nothing, dear,” she replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
But Nina wasn’t about to let it slide. She pressed further, her gaze unwavering. “It definitely didn’t sound like nothing,” she insisted. “And I believe I deserve to know what’s going on.”
Darla exchanged a nervous glance with Gran and took a deep breath before finally confessing, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s about your father,” she revealed. “There’s something important that you need to know.”
Nina’s heart skipped a beat as she listened intently, her mind flooded with a myriad of questions. What could Darla and Gran possibly have to tell her about her own father? The anticipation and curiosity consumed her.
