one thing, Mom.”
His voice was remarkably quiet.
Vanessa stood.
“Grant, what are you doing?”
He turned toward her.
“I’m finally saying what I should have said a long time ago.”
Her expression changed.
“Then we should talk privately.”
“No.”
The room became silent again.
Grant glanced at me.
“I’ve been dealing with everything privately for two years.”
My stomach tightened.
Vanessa reached for his arm.
Grant moved slightly away.
“Grant,” she said quietly.
He continued.
“I knew about the blue dresses.”
I stared at him.
Vanessa’s mother stopped smiling.
