WILLA’S POV
As my mind whirred with a million possibilities of why Grandpa wanted to talk to us as soon as he arrived from the parley, I followed Mom and William into Grandpa’s capacious study. It was well-lit and with shelves upon shelves that exposed his thirst for knowledge.
“Good that you’re finally here,” Grandpa said from where he sat on a large leather wingback chair that was behind his dark mahogany desk.
He slowly rose from his seat and walked over to the couch set, where Dad was already comfortably seated with a cup of tea in hand.
Mom, knowing her place was always beside Dad, sat down next to him in a matter of seconds. Grandpa occupied the lone armchair that stood at the head of the glass center table, while William and I claimed the couch across from the one our parents ha
