Anya glanced out the window. A slanted wind carried fine rain across the sky, soft and steady, turning everything into a hazy blur.
Without meaning to, Isla's bright little face appeared in her mind.
Back then, Isla loved weather like this. She would sit on her dad's shoulders, watching the flowers, listening to the rain tapping against the leaves.
"Alright, Grandpa." Anya tightened her grip on the phone. "For your sake, and for Isla's, I'll go downstairs and see Aiden. But whether he leaves or not, that's up to him."
Jack let out an emotional "okay."
Then the call ended.
By the time Anya put her phone down, Harrison had already set his utensils aside.
He had heard the entire conversation, yet his expression didn't change at all.
"Want me to go with you?"
Harrison glanced at the u
