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Elizabeth Grey studied her granddaughter. She knew her facial expressions and body language well. Something’s wrong, she thought.
The two had met for an early dinner at their favourite Greek restaurant before Sydney was to head home to Stoney Creek. All through their meal, her granddaughter was distracted, and her conversation was vague. Sydney was picking at her gluten-free lemon tart, while Elizabeth sipped her coffee. “Okay…what’s going on?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“You’ve been distant throughout the whole meal.”
Sydney smiled. “You know me too well.”
“Yes, I do. And I know you’re upset about something.” Elizabeth reached across the table and squeezed her hand.
“Oh, Nan. I had words with Chelsea before I left the house. I said some horrible things to her. I didn’t mean to, b
