I tried to keep my promise to Fiona to be home before dinner. She said she was tired of always having dinner alone with Grandpa. I knew what my Grandpa was like, and I didn't blame Fiona if she was fed up with the old man.

But surprisingly, Grandpa never complained about Fiona. He seemed to like her, even if he didn't say so openly.

"What are you doing?"

"Hi. Welcome home."

I frowned. Fiona had an apron around her waist and her hair tied in a messy bun. She only greeted me briefly in the dining ...