She watched him in silence, waiting for him to elaborate, he was sure, but she’d have to wait a little longer. He still couldn’t bring himself to speak aloud the sins of his past. Not to her, not to anyone. It was hard enough having the ripping guilt constantly rolling around in his head. To share his pain with another would be too...too...well, too weak. His weakness had been used against him before. He vowed he’d never open himself up to that kind of vulnerability again.
“Thank God I had my grandmother.”
It was the change of subject he needed. “Made a difference in how you turned out, huh?”
“She was amazing. Warm and generous, but fiercely protective of me. She tended to wait on me hand and foot, even as I got older. Some said she spoiled me, but I think she just did what came natural
