Lynne's POV:
It was another bright, sunny morning, and I felt an undeniable lightness.
Ever since the divorce from Warren, freed from the constant anxiety he stirred in me, I'd found a new zest for life.
Everything just seemed brighter, better.
In the living room, Grandpa and Willy were seated amidst the luxurious, classic furnishings. With Grandpa sitting so regally, he looked like a king, and tall, handsome Willy beside him could easily be mistaken for a prince.
"Good morning, dear Grandpa, dear Willy!" I chirped, bounding over to greet them, giving each of them a warm hug.
Willy held out a handful of car keys. "Here, these are for you," he said with a smile.
There was a Bentley, a Maybach, an Aston Martin, and even a Bugatti.
I stared at the collection, feeling slightly overwhel
