“What messages?”
Grant pulled his phone from his pocket.
I suddenly understood why he had looked so strange all day.
This was not a spontaneous outburst.
He had been carrying something.
“I wasn’t supposed to see them,” he said. “Vanessa left her tablet open at home.”
“Grant, don’t,” Vanessa whispered.
He looked at her.
“You called my mom ‘the other mother.’”
My chest went cold.
Vanessa closed her eyes.
Grant kept going.
