Evan
Three months later
Something was off.
My grandfather hadn’t spoken a single word through the entire meal. We passed dishes silently. Forks clinked against china, three mouths chewed and swallowed, but no one spoke.
A while back, that would have been normal. He used to read his paper at the dinner table, with barely a grunt of hello, but not in the months since Rachel and I came to live here. I couldn’t imagine what had sent him back to his old ways.
It couldn’t have been something to do with Rachel. We no longer mentioned the contract, and sometimes I forgot about it for days at a time. She was just my wife. Not my fake wife, or my contract bride. Neither of us had slipped up, so it couldn’t be that.
I examined his face. Other than looking his age, he still looked healthy and fi
