Fourteen
GRAY
When the tea was ready and I felt like I could rejoin everyone at the table without destroying anything, I wrapped my hands around the mug and settled back into my chair, barely meeting my grandmother’s eyes.
“Talk,” I said, staring at a point just above her left shoulder.
“Sebastian and I go back a long time,” Deirdre began. “Before any of you were even born, when I was still young and beautiful.”
Is that a twinkle in her voice?
“Save us the trip down memory lane,” I snapped. “Get to the point.”
“Oh, but this is the point, Gray. Every step, every decision led to the ultimate one. I could no more unravel this thread from the story than I could undo the outcome.”
I brought the mug to my mouth, biting back another nasty retort. For so long, all I’d wanted to know was wh
