Betty's POV

"Come here, dear, let's granny have a better look at you..." his grandmother beckoned me. Her smile was welcoming, but there was something cold about it that left me rooted where I was.

A lump formed in my throat as my eyes strayed around the room trying to find confidence on the walls.

Her living room was spacious and quiet, with high ceilings that made it feel almost grand enough to hold a ballroom.

The walls were painted in soft cream, broken by ...