Grant's dull eyes lifted when he saw me.
Just a little.
Like a candle struggling to stay lit in the wind.
I couldn't tell what was behind that look. Regret? Remorse? Or maybe relief like even if Riley was gone, at least the body was still here, still breathing, still sitting across from him.
He patted my hand once and said nothing.
We walked into the restaurant and took our seats. The air inside was warm, but Grant still looked cold, like he had been living in a long winter.
After a while, he finally spoke.
"Your mom is doing well since the divorce," he said quietly. "I went with her for her prenatal checkup. The baby is healthy."
I nodded. Mom had already called me the moment she landed. She hadn't abandoned me. I knew she was okay.
Grant had never shared details like that before. He used to keep everything locked behind pride. But now… he was different.
Maybe he was trying.
So I didn't attack him when he was already bleeding inside.
