(Sean's POV)
I drive to Grandmother's villa that afternoon.
If there's one person left who might stop this — who might still have some thread I haven't already burned through neglect and blindness — it's her. She's the only person who ever cared about Rebecca while I was too blind to see her.
In the entire Clark family, she's the only one who can change Rebecca's mind.
She's in the sunroom when I arrive, a book open on her lap that she isn't reading. She looks up. Takes in the sling. Takes in whatever's on my face and says. "Sean."
I don't sit. I set the folded pages on the table between us and I don't say anything. It isn't a conversation. It's a confession, and confessions don't need an opening line.
Grandmother picks up the papers. Reads the date at the top. Her face doesn't chang
