Every instinct I had as his mother was telling me something was wrong.
Then suddenly, I heard the sharp clink of a spoon against a champagne glass.
The room slowly quieted.
I looked up.
Grant was standing.
My heart skipped a beat.
Vanessa looked up at him, clearly surprised.
“I’d like to make a toast,” Grant said.
Then he looked directly at me.
And that’s when I saw it.
Grant was furious.
His tie was loosened, his face was red, and he was gripping that champagne glass so tightly I thought it might crack.
I’d never seen my calm, quiet son look like that.
Not once.
Around us, people were smiling and waiting for some sweet speech from the groom.
Vanessa was watching him too.
I knew that look on my son’s face.
All the silence from the day had not disappeared.
It had built into something.
