"Sweetheart, what brings you here?"
Old Mr. Blackwood set down what he was working on and slowly lifted his head.
Seeing the same warmth in his eyes he'd always shown her, something in Naomi's chest loosened.
"I heard you've been refusing to come back to the estate?"
The old house was quiet, but neglected, layers of dust, none of the comfort the main house offered. His health wasn't what it used to be either. Somewhere with proper care would serve him better than this.
"I can't stand watching those two carry on," the old man scoffed, already guessing her real reason for coming. "Did Ethan send you to talk me into coming back?"
"No. He just mentioned where you were."
Naomi gave the short version, then chose her next words carefully. "Grandpa Blackwood, I actually came to tell you som
