Nolan

"You look...different," Abel says, narrowing his eyes at me as I check my reflection in the hallway mirror.

"Different how?" I ask, smoothing down my button-up shirt for the hundredth time. It's navy blue, Annabelle's favorite color on me. Not that I chose it for that reason or anything.

"I don't know. Clean? Nervous?" My brother drops onto the couch, where Ash is already curled up watching her favorite cartoon. "Where are you going ...