Victor's vacation was unusually long this time. Everything in the Renshaw family's businesses continued to run smoothly, and Dylan disappeared from my life again, returning to Norvayne.
Whenever my father urged me to hurry things along, I simply told him to be patient. He wasn't happy, but considering the way Grant had been treating me lately, he could just about keep up the pretense of being a loving father to a dutiful daughter.
Since the scandal, Grant had grown increasingly close to me. Perhaps it was guilt. Almost every day after work, he came to have dinner with me.
Usually, though, he simply cut up my steak, peeled my shrimp, and sat quietly watching me eat. He seemed to unwind just watching me eat, as if he'd put on one of those eating videos.
Once, he even fell asleep leaning
