It only took a moment's thought to understand why.
She loved me. I was her only granddaughter.
In my last life, I'd been willing to die for Sylvester Farley. I'd thrown myself into propping up the Farley family with everything I had, and so she'd quietly shelved her plans to build something of her own.
The realization sat heavy in my chest.
"Grandma..."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, are your eyes getting red? Pull yourself together!"
She swatted away the arm I'd tried to wrap around her.
"One question. Are you in, or are you out?"
"I'm in."
I snapped back to the present, looking at the man sitting across from me, every word he'd spoken dripping with sincerity.
His eyes were rimmed red, and he looked utterly wounded.
In my past life, I would have caved immediately, thrown my arms around him, and told him it was okay, that we'd face it together.
But this time around...
I smiled.
