"Nervous?" she asked, driving us to her mother's house.

"No. Why would I be?"

"Well, meeting the parents and family is always a big deal in a relationship. I'm nervous about meeting yours."

"I understand, but my parents, brother and sister know all about you, Cindy. Except for one thing, which is something we'll tell them together."

She kept hold of my hand the rest of the way to her old house. It was your typical house in the suburbs, the place where she'd grown up her entire life. Walking hand in hand towards the front door, it opened before we could even knock on it. Her mother grinned, taking...