-- Grizelda --

My fingers curled around the handle of my suitcase. The walls around us, the room, the air, everything strangely tense, like the air had thickened.

"Morning." I responded, although still very much trying to figure out what was going on.

There was a silence.

Margaret took a single step forward. "I heard you were leaving today."

I nodded. "Yes. I'm ready."

Another silence. Her eyes fell to the floor and then finally met my gaze again. "I came to talk to you. Not as Leo's grandmother… not as Alexander's mother. Just… as a woman. A woman who owes you a very long overdue apology."

I blinked. That...