Her eyes flicked toward my mother.
“I don’t think this needs to become dramatic.”
“I’m not being dramatic. I’m asking a question.”
She folded her hands around the mug.
“No. I don’t consider him my grandson.”
“Okay.”
That seemed to relax her.
Then I said, “Ethan needs to hear that from you.”
Her expression changed instantly.
“Olivia. Come on…”
“If this is a reasonable position, you shouldn’t have any problem explaining it to your son.”
“I don’t see why we need to ruin the party.”
“The party was already ruined for one of my children. He’s just being polite enough not to show you.”
She opened her mouth.
I stood.
“Ethan!”
A moment later, the patio door opened.
Ethan walked in holding a spatula.
“What’s wrong?”
Behind him, Jared glanced through the glass but stayed outside.
I looked at Cecilia.
“Go on. Tell him.”
She stared at me.
“Tell me what?” Ethan asked.
