Liora nodded eagerly, playing the part perfectly.
And I just sat there, knowing the truth.
Dante wasn't coming home tonight. Liora wanted to leave so she could see Sienna.
She was lying to her great-grandmother. To me. To everyone.
Because she'd rather spend time with Sienna than stay here.
I should've called her out. Should've said something. But what was the point?
She'd just deny it. Or get defensive. Or worse, she'd admit it, and I'd have to sit there and accept that my daughter was choosing someone else over me.
"It's fine," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. "I'll stay here and keep Grandma company."
Grandma turned to me, surprised. "You're not going back with her?"
"No. I have some things to take care of here."
It was a weak excuse, and we both knew it. What kind of
