Caroline's lips curled into a bitter smile. "I get it. Thanks," she said softly.

She stood up, her face back to normal. "I probably can't visit Grandpa today. Will you be okay going by yourself?"

Andrew held the tweezers, looking at her. "Sit down."

Caroline didn't move.

"I need to rest. What happened with Ivan today was my fault. There's nothing else to say."

What good would explaining do anyway?

She wasn't anyone special to Andrew. He didn't ...