Nancy slipped into her favorite grey sweatshirt and black shorts, then added a pair of small silver earrings, glancing at herself in the mirror with a smile. Her fingers brushed over the triangular pendant resting against her chest, a gesture that had become her everyday habit.
Tyson had given her the most precious gift, but she was also looking forward to getting another from him tonight. When she checked the time, it was almost 5: 30 p.m.
At the bedroom door, her mother leaned against the frame, a soft smile on her lips. She didn't need to ask why Nancy looked so excited—she could feel it, even if Nancy had only called it "just a date with Tyson."
