Grayson’s POV

I was still in the hallway when I heard her exhale.

Long. Shaking. The kind of breath that comes after something has been held too long.

I made myself walk back to the living room. Sat on the far end of the sofa. Said nothing.

Lynn was staring at the staircase. Her hands were in her lap, fingers pressed flat against her thighs, and she didn't look at me when I came back in.

I didn't push.

We sat like that for a few minutes — not ...