Alice’s POV
“I wanted to visit her grave,” Brian said, his voice low, almost a whisper, “but nobody’s allowed to. Grandpa made sure of it.”
I frowned. “Why would he do that?”
“Because he can.” His tone was bitter. He pulled away from me, releasing the hand he had rested on my back. He walked across the room, his posture stiff with frustration.
I watched him as he raked his fingers through his hair, pacing. “Let’s go over the contract.”
“Brian…” I took a few steps toward him, my voice soft, cautious.
“No, Alice,” he said sharply, turning to face me, eyes slightly red. “Let’s just go over the damn contract.”
I didn’t push further. His walls were up again. I grabbed my laptop from the bed and followed him.
He sat down, and I joined him beside him on the edge of his bed. I opened my la
