No sooner had Sonny hung up the internal line than his phone rang again. This time, it was his grandmother.
He stared at the caller ID for a moment, took a slow breath, then answered. “Grandma, what’s wrong?”
“Sonny,” she said, her voice tinged with guilt, “your Aunt Chelsea knows you’ve come back to Wiltspoon. It’s my fault—I let it slip while talking to your grandpa, and she overheard. She said she’s coming to see you… to talk about introducing you to a girlfriend.”
She paused, then added firmly, “If she shows up, just ignore her. I’ve told her countless times not to interfere in your personal life. She doesn’t mean well. You should make your own decisions—or ask your mother or your Aunt Serenity if you need advice.”
Grandma Brown had long since come to understand her daughter’s nature. Even with her lingering bias, she knew who truly mattered now—her son and grandson, the ones who would be there for her in old age.
She had stopped blindly favoring Chelsea. That favoritism had brought nothing but regret.
If she hadn’t sided with her daughter and criticized her daughter-in-law back then, Hank and Liberty might never have divorced. The Brown family might not have missed its chance at prosperity. Now Liberty and Serenity had achieved a level of wealth beyond counting—an opportunity forever lost.
