“I’m afraid you have misinterpreted Zeke’s drive for efficiency. We have a narrow window with which to recover the asset. My staying here gives us a better opportunity to devise a solid plan.”
“No one can recall the last time my grandson joked in a meeting before two days ago.”
“Mrs. Blackwell, you’re putting—”
“Johona or Grams, please.”
Liv’s throat tightened at the offer. “Johona, you’re putting far too much weight on a few niceties.”
The older woman shook her head. “I have known my grandson for thirty-four years. I have witnessed his heartbreaks, his triumphs, and now. . . something that will begin the healing process.”
She stepped down from the dais and approached Liv, setting a small hand on her forearm. “You will help him.” She continued down the aisle. At the door, she took in the chapel’s interior before meeting Liv’s eye. “This is a good place for a troubled mind to find a moment of peace. Especially when the moon rides high in the sky.”
With that, Zeke’s grandma left Liv alone in a chapel.
Surrounded by Zeke’s secrets.