CHAPTER 72
SAYGE’S POV
The door opened, and I was already set to lash out, but then I saw it was my grandmother. I suddenly felt exhausted instead, though the anger still pressed at the edges, ready to burst out if she dared to provoke me.
I was spent. Emotionally and mentally. I hadn’t heard actions could ever drag this much weight into my chest, but somehow they did...and I hated every bit of it.
She set down the tray she’d brought in, placing it firmly on the table.
"If you’re here to give me grief, Grandma, then hold it off for later,” I muttered tiredly, my voice already sounding drained.
"Why didn’t you tell me?" she asked, her tone flat as she took a seat.
If she wasn’t my grandma, and one I still held in very high esteem, I’d have ordered her out of my room and told her to g
