(Jake's POV)
"Jake," Mom says in her warning voice.
But Granny Kate holds up her hand. "Let him finish."
"I filmed you because Mom was sad," I continue. "She thinks you hate her. Hate me. And I wanted to know your weakness like in the game so we could win you over. But..."
"But?"
"But I realized you don't hate us. You're just... scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Scared that we're not good enough to be Hale and that daddy will figure that out later and be sad."
The room goes completely silent.
I can hear the clock on the wall ticking. Can hear Mom breathing. Can hear my own heartbeat in my ears.
Granny Kate just stares at me.
Her face is scary. Not mean scary. Scary like when you see something that scares you and you don't want it to be true.
"You think you understand me," she finally
