By the time I wrap up my last meeting in the office the next day, my phone buzzes incessantly in my bag. I glance at the screen and see several missed calls from my grandparents. My heart skips a beat, knowing exactly what this is about. They must have heard the news from my parents, and they’re probably worried.
I let out a sigh and decide to call them back as I pack up my things. Their voices are as familiar and comforting as ever, but today, I can sense the concern even before my grandmother speaks.
“Tess, darling, we need to talk,” she says, her voice gentle but firm. “Your mother told us about your decision to move in with Ryan. We’re worried.”
I pause, closing my eyes for a moment before sitting down at my desk again. Of course, they would be worried. They’ve always been the stead
