Chapter 1Joey
I hadn’t been doing it consciously, but when I realized Nana was smiling, I knew I’d been singing or humming again.
“What?” I asked her, my tone a bit snarky.
“I’ve always liked your voice, Jojo.” Even her voice was frail these days. “But even more now. You sound more like…you.”
I couldn’t be sure if she knew how much those words meant to me or even if she meant them the way I hoped, so I continued to rifle through the toolbox for the wrench I needed.
My grandma was only in her mid-seventies, but she looked much older. The doctor had said Alzheimer’s could do that, age you before your time. She looked nothing like the vibrant woman she’d still been a handful of years ago, before my dad…yeah.
“Well thank you,” I replied finally, bowing dramatically.
In the space of thos
