Grant didn’t.
Instead, he followed Vanessa back inside without another word.
I stood there for a moment, furious.
Part of me wanted to grab my son, take him outside, and ask him one more time what the hell was going on.
But this was his wedding.
Maybe I was being too protective.
Maybe I was reading too much into a stressful day.
So I went back to my table and kept my mouth shut.
For the next 20 minutes, I watched Vanessa laugh with her family like nothing had happened.
Her mother sat nearby in that blue gown, chatting happily with the other women wearing the same color.
Grant barely said a word.
He sat beside his new wife, answering people when they spoke directly to him, but something about him had changed.
His shoulders were tense.
His smile disappeared whenever he thought no one was watching.
I kept catching myself looking at him.
