They’re tall, thin and very quiet people, who put me on edge. The problem is, Sky was supposed to come over about an hour ago. We’re meeting up with some friends of mine at the water park. But her phone is going straight to voicemail, even though her car’s in the driveway. It seems like the only option left is to drop in. I fiddle with my keys on the short walk to her house. This shouldn’t make me nervous, just walking over to pick her up, but it does. The porch is hot, the sun really hits this spot hard. I stand there waiting, but I don’t know what I’m waiting for. Finally, I get up the courage to knock. Her Nana opens the door. “Hi.” Her voice is quiet and her thin lips press together. I wonder if she disapproves of me, or if that’s just how she always looks. “Hello, I’m looking for Sky.” Although, she must know why I’m here. “Come on in.” I follow her up the stairs. “It might not be that simple,” I hear a man saying. “I’m not as familiar with what Alaska allows the clans or corporations to do in a situation like this.”
