Vanessa

I stare at Grandma Suzy-May. Her words are like water, and my brain is a sponge. My heart immediately sinks.

She knows about these things. If Brent is using me, I'd rather learn from a third party than find out when Brent's tired of me.

I study her. I open my mouth to speak. The question I've wanted to know the entire weekend almost tumbles out of my mouth.

However, I close my mouth, pressing my lips together.

"Are you picking up what I'm putting ...