I turned my back to see the owner of that small voice.
A lump got caught in my throat when my eyes saw an old man with a walking stick.
Jacob’s grandfather gave a small smile.
“Good evening Sir,” The words rushed out of my mouth as I made a curtsy.
“Good evening,” He replied with a toothy grin that made his eyes seem even smaller.
It was hard not to smile back at such a kind-looking man, so I did. I let a small smile decorate my face.
He walked over to the sofa in the corner and sat. “Come sit with me,” he said, gesturing to the free space beside him.
The situation was very weird. I was the daughter of the man that everyone thinks poisoned him. He should be disgusted by me or angry, to say the least. Any act other than kindness would have made sense.
There was a possibility that h
