Travis’s brows snapped together as he heard his office door swing open without a knock.
"What did I tell you, Chris? I specifically said I didn't want to be disturbed—"
"So, you’re too busy to be disturbed even by your own mother, Travis?"
The words died in his throat. He looked up from his laptop to see Grace standing there, her expression uncharacteristically stern as she fixed him with a piercing gaze.
"What are you doing here, Mom?" Travis asked, leaning back in his chair.
"I should be asking you that," Grace countered. "Why are you hiding in this office? Didn't your wife tell you we were at the house? We came to see you."
Travis felt a flash of confusion. How did she know about Catherine? He hadn't told his parents a word about the marriage. Even the judge who performed the cere
