OLEANDER
I looked from Knox to Grandma Clarice, then back to Knox again.
Neither of them said a word. Knox's jaw tightened, his fingers curling into fists. The muscles at the back of his neck twitched.
He muttered something under his breath and began to pace. My gaze drifted to the envelope on the table.
It had something to do with this. I was certain.
The letter was in Grandma Clarice's hand, her brows drawn together in concentration. When I took a step toward her, her eyes snapped up. Immediately, she folded the paper and slipped it into the pocket of her sweater.
She gave me a bright smile, as if I hadn't just seen the worry in her eyes seconds ago.
Knox's demeanor shifted too. He was smiling now.
Forced.
I let out a soft snicker and sat on the couch beside Grandma Clarice.
"Will someone tell me what is going on, or are you both going to hide it from me because I don't deserve to know?" I asked, lifting a brow.
