(Ethan's POV)
I wait until Sabrina and Jake are in the car before I turn back to the restaurant.
Gran is still at the table. Everyone else has scattered—cousins making excuses about early meetings, executives suddenly remembering prior commitments. The dinner ended the way a funeral ends. People couldn't leave fast enough.
Only Gran remains. Sitting at the head of that long table like a queen surveying the wreckage of her court.
I walk back inside.
She sees me coming and sets down her wine glass.
"Ethan. I thought you'd left."
"We need to talk."
"Sit."
"I'd rather stand."
Her eyebrow rises. "Very well."
I plant my hands on the back of the chair I'd been sitting in. Try to keep my voice level. Fail.
"You were cruel to her."
Gran doesn't blink. "I asked her questions. About her
