Brielle’s POV
“Oh,” Wren said slowly. “This should be fun.”
Brielle already didn’t like that tone.
“Wren,” she warned quietly.
But it was too late.
Her cousin was already looking between Thaddeus and their grandfather with the kind of interest people usually reserved for public disasters and reality television.
Their grandfather stepped down from the doorway slowly, rain tapping lightly against the stone steps around him while his sharp gaze settled fully on Thaddeus now.
For a second, nobody spoke.
Then—
“You drove them here.”
Not a question.
Thaddeus nodded once. “The weather was bad.”
“Hm.”
That was all Grandpa said.
Just:
> “Hm.”
But somehow it carried enough suspicion to make Brielle immediately tired.
Wren looked delighted.
Their grandmother, meanwhile, seemed en
