He glanced at me.
“Mom was right about that.”
I gave him a small nod.
Then he turned back to Vanessa.
“But I’m not pretending anymore.”
Her anger faded.
For the first time that day, Vanessa looked scared.
“Are you leaving me?”
Grant took a breath.
“I don’t know what happens next.”
That answer felt more honest than anything else he had said.
“I know we need help,” he continued. “Real help. And I need to stop saying yes just because I’m afraid you’ll be upset.”
Vanessa wiped at her cheek.
Her mother moved toward her.
Vanessa raised a hand.
“Mom, please.”
That surprised me.
Her mother stopped.
Vanessa looked at Grant.
“I didn’t realize you felt like that.”
Grant’s eyes narrowed.
“I’ve tried to tell you.”
She nodded.
“I know.”
The admission seemed difficult for her.
Then she looked at me.
“I’m sorry about the dress.”
