(Ethan's POV)
My body goes ridge at the comment.
"Gran."
"I know you don't want to hear it, but it's the truth. You should know that by now."
Rosalie shifts beside Gran. "We're not saying she's wrong for you. We just want to make sure she's right."
I look at my sister. Rosalie has always been good at playing peacemaker. At smoothing over conflicts before they explode. But there's something in her eyes I can't quite read.
"You'll meet her tomorrow," I tell them both. "You can form your own opinions then."
"I already have opinions," Gran says. "Tomorrow will simply confirm them."
"Or change them."
"Perhaps."
But her tone says she doesn't believe that for a second.
The rest of the drive is silent. Gran looks out the window. Rosalie scrolls through her phone. I watch the city go by
