MEGHAN
"I'd say it went well," I commented, joining Liam in the bedroom after checking on the kids. With a half-sigh of relief, I sat in front of my vanity and began preparing for the night.
"Yeah," he agreed with me, leaning down to peck me on the cheek. "Though... well, delivering certain news can never go well."
Grandma had been devastated to learn what had happened to Mylah: we let Jackson do most of the talking, both because, objectively, he was the one who knew more about what had happened to her, and because he was a true artist with words, with communication. Liam and I were a bit more direct and rough in that sense—we would have never been able to convey that message with the grace, tact, and delicacy that Jack had used.
We had only intervened to tell her what the doctors had
