She welcomed me like she owned the place.
The smell of food drifted in from the kitchen. She ran to the doorway and called out, "Brandon, Sylvia's back!"
Brandon stepped out, wearing the same couple's apron I'd bought for him. He used to say it was too childish and refused to wear it. Now that I saw him in it, I thought he looked ridiculous.
He glanced at me briefly and said softly to Jenna, "Go rest in the bedroom for a bit."
Jenna nodded, grabbed a bag of nuts and snacks, and disappeared into my bedroom.
It was just me and Brandon now. His expression hardened. "So, you finally decided to come home?"
I ignored the accusation in his tone and asked calmly, "Jenna… is eating nuts?"
I remembered when Jenna first got pregnant. I'd made her a special meal, and I'd sprinkled a few nuts on it. She'd had a severe allergic reaction, and Brandon had lost it on me.
Brandon frowned, clearly confused. "What are you talking about?"
It was obvious he didn't remember. I wasn't about to explain it. "Never mind."