Viya's POV
"Hello, dear Viya. Is this a good time to talk?" Megan's voice was always kind, always smiling. Hearing her now brought me an unexpected sense of security.
"Yes, of course," I replied.
"Well," she began carefully, "that grandson of mine still wants to meet with you for some reason. He hasn't explained the details to me. Would you have time to visit us in the next few days?"
Probably concerned I might have reservations, she quickly added, "Don't worry, he's absolutely not the fickle type. Maybe he just wants to be friends with you."
That wasn't what worried me. I'd always believed in teaching by example. Grandma Megan was a wonderful person, so she surely wouldn't have raised a grandson with poor character.
But my current situation was beyond my control. "Gran
