But Grandma Miller had watched me suffer in this marriage. Had watched Dante neglect me year after year. Had seen the light slowly drain from my eyes.
And she blamed the Wilsons.
All of them.
She snorted and then said nothing.
Aunt Helen stepped in, smoothing things over. "Well, let's get these inside. Liora, sweetheart, come help carry the small ones, okay?"
Liora nodded eagerly. "Okay!"
We began to haul everything into the house.
I noticed the villa across from Grandma Miller's was being renovated.
Workers were moving around and tools were loudly clanging. The whole place was surrounded by scaffolding.
"Is someone moving in?" I asked, grateful for the change in subject.
Grandma Miller followed my gaze. "Seems like it. It started last week. From what the workers say, the owner's
