Grandma Zeller climbed into Sophia’s car, taking the seat beside her. Her sharp gaze settled on Sophia, scrutinizing her intently.

But Sophia’s expression remained perfectly calm, unaffected—as though the earlier commotion hadn’t troubled her in the slightest.

Grandma Zeller’s eyes darkened.

“Ms. York, are you not the least bit worried about Samuel?” Her tone held a pointed edge.

Sophia blinked, puzzled.

Samuel ...