shoulders were tense.
His smile disappeared whenever he thought nobody was watching.
Every instinct I had as his mother told me something was wrong.
Then I heard a spoon tap against a champagne glass.
The room slowly became quiet.
I looked up.
Grant was standing.
Vanessa looked surprised.
“I’d like to make a toast,” he announced.
Then he looked directly at me.
And that was when I realized how angry he was.
His tie had been loosened.
His face was flushed.
His hand gripped the glass tightly.
I had never
