Betty waited for Grayson’s reaction, her words hanging between them like fragile glass. She watched his face closely, bracing for something, shock, anger or disbelief. Anything. But he gave her nothing. No flicker. No tightening of his jaw. He simply stood there, silent, his expression carved into something unreadable.
The stillness unsettled her more than any outburst could have.
“Did you hear what I just said?” she asked, her voice sharper than she intended. Her fingers curled against her palm, nails pressing into skin. “Grayson?”
He exhaled, slowly like the weight in his chest had finally found a way out. His shoulders dipped slightly, and when he spoke, his voice carried a tired edge that made her stomach twist.
“I heard you,” he said.
Her brows drew together. “Then why are you ac
