“Our grandmother,” Sawyer laughed incredulously, “you are joking, right?”
“No, I’m not joking. Yes, she is our Grandmother.”
“How do you know? How long have you known? Does she know? Why didn’t she tell me? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Elizabeth wanted to leave them in private to discuss this, but when she moved to try and give them privacy Sawyer caught her hand and held it tight so she resigned herself to sitting there for his sake.
“She knows who we are. She has always known. I’ve known since I was about 6.”
“You mean since we were six. How could you have known this for 25 years without telling me?”
He sounded devastated, and Elizabeth could see the look of betrayal in his eyes as he looked to his sister for an explanation.
“I didn’t have any say in it, alright, so don’t get mad at m
