"Grandma not home?" I asked.
"She's grocery shopping."
"Oh."
He led me to the living room, gesturing for me to sit on the sofa opposite his recliner.
"So, what brings you here?" Grandpa asked casually.
I bit the inside of my cheek. "Well... Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
I blew out a breath. "How did you deal... when Mom was angry at you?"
His expression didn't change, and he didn't answert. Instead, he waved one hand. A second later, a can of soda floated over to me. I mumbled a thanks as I snatched it out of the air.
"I could give you advice on that all day long Garrett. But your mate being angry at you isn't really the problem."
I looked down at my soda, my shoulders hunching. "I know."
"You need to work through this. It will ruin you, and any chance you have with Sop
