Ethan;
Her eyes flick briefly to the motion, then back to my face.
"What is it?" she asks softly, and I hesitate.
Then take a breath.
"Grandma… why do I have to wear inhibitor patches?" I finally ask, and she freezes.
It's subtle, but I notice it.
Her fingers tighten slightly around the armrest of her chair, and that tiny pause tells me more than any words could.
She wasn't expecting that question.
"What kind of question is that?" she asks lightly as she tries to make her sound casual… but something in her eyes shifts.
"You've always worn them. You know that." She adds, and I shake my head in disagreement.
"That's not what I asked." I point out, while keeping my voice gentle.
Not accusing… Just curious.
"I need to know. Why do I have to wear them?" I push, and she looks away from me, toward the trees like they might offer her an escape from this conversation.
"You've always had a strong scent," she says after a moment.
