CHAPTER 27
The air between Marcus and his grandmother was anything but peaceful. Marcus had gone to clear the air with her, so her anger doesn’t linger.
“You bought that poor girl’s house?” Grandma Green asked, her voice calm but lined with disbelief and disappointment.
Marcus didn’t flinch. “Yes.”
She stared at him over the rim of her teacup. Her hands, steady despite her age, gently placed the china cup back in its saucer with a soft clink. “And you thought that was a good thing to do?”
Marcus looked down at his hands, fingers interlaced tightly. “It was... strategic at first.”
“At first,” she echoed dryly.
“I didn’t plan to tell anyone,” he continued carefully, each word selected like glass on a minefield, “but—”
“But what, Marcus?” she cut in, her voice firmer now. “You’ve sudd
