POV’s Tate
Making my grandfather worse.
My mother sighed. “You might be right in thinking that.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “I think I’ll make a last-minute excuse to my grandfather. Tell him that Philip got sick at the last minute and couldn’t come.”
My mom nodded. “Yes, that should work.” Her brows furrowed, a sad gleam sparking in her eye. “I’m sorry that you need to go to such lengths to…” She winced.
She didn’t need to finish. I understood. “It’s not your fault, Mom.”
My mother took my hand. “You may think that, but regardless, I am a part of the reason that your grandfather has so much… oversight over your life.” She then gave me a small smile. “I am glad that you have found someone so good to you. I can tell he makes you happy.” She reached up, squeezing my cheek.
I blushe
