After half a month in Snowville, Grant finally stopped acting like the company still mattered most.
He had handed everything over to me, piece by piece, like he was putting down a heavy crown. And now he was restless, eager to leave. I could feel it in the way he checked his phone, in the way his eyes kept drifting far away, like his mind was already beside Mom.
That night, we had a farewell dinner.
The restaurant was quiet, warm lights reflecting off polished tables. But Grant still looked like a man who hadn't slept well in a long time.
"Tomorrow, I'm going back," Grant said, looking at me. "The branch is yours from now on."
I understood what he didn't say out loud.
He wanted to go back to her.
To the woman he lost, but still circled like he couldn't fully let go.
"Dad," I promised, "I won't let you down."
Grant nodded once, then turned his sharp gaze to Lewis. His voice dropped, heavy with warning.
"Lewis, you take care of her. If you hurt her, I won't forgive you."
