Chapter 18

Cora’s POV

The sound of cutlery against porcelain filled the heavy silence that followed Grandpa’s question. My throat still burned from almost choking earlier, and I had barely recovered when Teagan spoke up, his voice strained but calm.

“Grandpa, you could’ve at least let us finish our meal before bringing this up,” he said, setting his fork down and meeting the old man’s gaze.

Grandpa didn’t even blink. “There’s no perfect time to talk about something ...