Where the Heart Is

Marino tilts her head onto her raised index finger thoughtfully.

MARINO: Look at you, all grown up.

MARINO: You look just like Nerez.

Lani's eyes are wide and she looks fearful, standing stock-still on a black background.

MARINO: How are they doing, by the way?

There's a multitude of pictures featuring Nerez, someone who appears to be around Lani's current age but with black, curlier hair, no freckles, and rosier cheeks. Many of the pictures are simple portraits while others are of Nerez pushing a younger, ponytailed Lani in a wheelbarrow, Nerez concentrating on trimming some flowers with a pair of shears, and Nerez sitting on top of a building and playing a harmonica with a couple ravens nearby.

Lani continues to be shocked and appalled, her mouth now agape.

MARINO: Oh, right.

There's a sequence of panels where Nerez, dressed in a long coat, is walking away.

MARINO: They left you, just like they left us.

One of Lani's hands balls into a fist.

Early page today because I've been incredibly excited about this one ever since I drew it for reasons that won't matter for a very, very long time. Something something surprise tools to help us later


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