(Grace’s POV)
Dorian leads me back to the car, his jaw tight.
"I'm sorry," he says as soon as we're inside.
"For what?"
"For Aunt Megan’s attitude. She doesn’t mean to be rude. She’s just—protective."
I don't respond. Just stare out the window as he starts the car. I’m still confused about the point of this visit. Madam Elena didn’t reprimand or reproach me for making the news.
At first, I thought it was because she didn’t know about it. But after Aunt Megan asked about my relationship with my parents, no one seemed curious or surprised by my answer.
It was then that it occurred to me that they knew. They all knew about the news, and yet, no one condemned me.
But if they hadn’t called us over to reprimand me, then why did they call us over?
We're about twenty minutes into the driv
