“I’m sure Grayson has everything arranged properly,” I replied.
She looked at me as though I’d slapped her.
“That’s exactly what I was afraid you’d say.”
I should have asked what she meant.
I should have asked why she was frightened.
I should have asked why a woman would risk humiliating herself at her brother’s engagement party to warn a stranger about a solicitor.
Instead, I changed the subject.
And less than an hour later, I told Grayson what had happened.
I even made it sound funny.
He went quiet, then gave me the explanation I’d heard a hundred times.
“Saoirse has never accepted the way Dad left things. She thinks everyone is trying to take something from her.”
He looked sad when he said it.
I put my hand on his arm.
“I feel sorry for her.”
He covered my hand with his.
“You’re a good person, Maris. That’s one of the things I love about you.”
