What irony. I should ask him that question, didn't I?

Did he believe that I was heartless? And him? Where was his heart these days?

His grip on my jaw was so tight that it hurt, and tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced myself to hold them back. I stared straight into his eyes and declared firmly, "No, I don't."

His voice was as frigid as winter ice. He pushed me back into the car. "Before Grandpa's birthday celebration, you don't get to decide where ...