Jordan and Dahlia have been best friends since they met on the playground at age 3. Follow their journey over the next two decades as life, love, opportunities, and sacrifice all play major roles in where their lives go.
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As Jordan and Dahlia, walking hand-in-hand, followed the perky, young hostess to their table, Jordan felt a sense of unease. The closer they got to the table, the easier it was for Jordan to realize it wasn't just Tommy that was waiting for him...
He wasn't alone.
"Jordan, hey! Right over here!"
Jordan's grip on Dahlia's hand became a little tighter as they approached the all-too-eager Tommy, who stood from the table.
The other people sitting at the table-- an older woman, one a bit younger, and a little boy-- all watched as Tommy embraced a confused Jordan.
As the two separated, Tommy guided Jordan over to the table, with Dahlia trailing slowly behind, cautiously watching Tommy, who seemed like a different person altogether.
"Jordan, this is your Grandmother, Natalie Evans"
As the older woman stood from the table, she took a good look at Jordan, inhaling a sharp breath through her nose before she took a quick glance at Dahlia, almost seeming bored by her presence.
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When she looked back at Jordan, she sighed before nodding.
"Well... I suppose you have your grandfather's eyes."
Jordan and Dahlia were both dumbfounded by the woman's icy demeanor, and as she sat back down, Tommy cleared his throat nervously, rushing back over to guide Jordan to the other side of the table.
"Have a seat over here, guys. Jordan, this is my wife, Tara, and your brother-- Jeremy."
Jordan felt like he was on one of those carnival rides where the floor had opened up and swallowed him at that moment-- like he was falling and nothing could stop it.
It wasn't until he felt Dahlia take hold of his hand that he felt like he could breathe again.
"Uhm. Hi, everybody. This is Dahlia, my girlfriend."
Dahlia waved politely as she sat down while Jordan held out her chair, scooting it in instinctively closer to Jordan's, who was just now sitting down himself.
After a minute or so of silence peppered with awkward coughs, Natalie's eyes centered in on Dahlia, and the way her Tommy's firstborn looked so enamored with her.
"So... Dahlia-- how long have you known my grandson?"
The strange woman calling Jordan her grandson made the word sound like such a foreign concept to both Dahlia and Jordan, who protectively placed his hand on her thigh.
