Grace - POV
“It’s a friend of mine I haven’t seen in a long time,” Ava said to Grayson, her voice overly casual.
“Make it quick, Ava. Our little robin needs rest, and I have work to handle. You’ll have to take him home yourself.” Grayson’s voice was sharp with irritation, and Ava nodded. But his stormy grey eyes lingered on me, suspicion clear in his gaze. I ignored it, keeping my face neutral as he turned and walked away.
“Why can’t he love and care for me like he did for that wench who died because of her w***e of a mother?” Ava hissed under her breath, and I had to dig my nails into my palm to keep from reacting. How dare she speak about my mother like that? She should be the one buried, not my mother.
“Mom, can we please leave? I’m tired,” the small voice of her son cut through the
