Ethan's POV
As the dinner finally wound down, I stood up, feeling like I'd just survived a particularly grueling round of "Who Wants to Be a Billionaire?" - except instead of lifelines, I had disapproving stares and passive-aggressive comments.
I went to Grandpa Franklin, who was chatting with Grandma near the fireplace. They turned to me, smiling warmly, unlike the rest of the family's frosty reception.
"Well, Grandpa, I think it's time for me to head out," I said, trying to sound casual and not like I was desperate to escape.
Grandpa nodded. "Of course, my boy. It's been wonderful having you here." He placed a hand on my shoulder, his grip surprisingly strong for a man his age. "Now, Ethan, I want you to be careful out there. The world can be tricky, especially when you're just start
