After we finished the meal, I cleared the plates while Grandma insisted I didn't need to. Once the dishes were washed and set aside, we moved back to the living room. She chose her usual seat, the armchair by the window, posture straight even when she was supposed to be relaxing. I sat across from her, still feeling the warmth of our shared meal lingering in the air.
For a while, we didn't speak. The quiet wasn't uncomfortable. She had always been like that. But then, she leaned back, crossed her arms, and gave me a look. That particular look. The one that cut past any defense I thought I had.
"Tell me about the girl," she said.
I blinked. "What girl?"
Her eyebrow arched, her lips twitching just slightly at the corner. "Don't play innocent with me, Billion. Do you think I don't keep track of my own grandson—or at least make sure I know who he's getting involved with?"
I let out a breath, trying to look away, but her gaze was relentless.
