my sister laughing.
Nadia.
I walked toward the living room.
What I saw made me stop in the doorway.
My sister was wrapped in my husband’s arms.
Neither of them noticed me at first.
Nadia touched Zion’s face.
Then he kissed her.
Not awkwardly.
Not hesitantly.
They moved together with the familiarity of people who had done it many times before.
I don’t remember deciding to speak.
“How long?”
Nadia jumped away from him.
Zion spun around so quickly that he bumped into the coffee table.
Then he looked at