Mia's POV
I handed the menu to Nate and said, "How's Yiayia?"
Nate's expression softened immediately. "Her Alzheimer's is getting worse. Sometimes she forgets who I am or confuses me with my brother."
"I'm sorry," I said gently. "That must be so hard."
"Some days are better than others," Nate replied. "Last week she made me her famous lemon cookies and told me all about how proud she was of her grandson the doctor. Yesterday she asked me who I was and why I was in her kitchen."
The twins were completely oblivious to the heavy conversation happening at our table. They were too busy coaxing Gas and the four other Nate's dogs.
"Alexander, don't let Einstein eat the flowers!" I called out.
"But Mama, he's just smelling them!" Alexander protested.
"Smelling is fine. Eating is not," I clarified.
Ethan was being more responsible, carefully organizing the dogs into what appeared to be some kind of formation. "I'm teaching them to sit in alphabetical order," he announced proudly.
"That's very
