Her face was barely visible.
I took my seat near the front and looked toward the door.
No Silas.
My heart sank.
Then, two minutes before the meeting started, the room went quiet.
Silas stepped in.
He wore a clean dark shirt.
His beard was combed.
The scar on his neck was visible.
And beside him, holding his enormous hand, was Junie.
She wore purple glasses and a yellow dress with rain boots.
Behind them came Nana in a walker, moving slowly but with the authority of a queen.
The room parted.
Not dramatically.
Not like a movie.
Just enough.
Silas helped Nana into a chair near the back.
Junie sat beside her.
Then he stood against the wall.
Arms at his sides.
Eyes down.
Trying to take up as little space as a six-foot-four man can.
The meeting began with Officer Tatum explaining online safety.
She was calm.
Practical.
