Grandma sighed heavily and wrapped me in a hug as my tears finally let loose.
“I know that it doesn’t feel like it now,” she said, “but this moment might be the start of a better future.”
I snorted messily and pulled back to wipe at my face.
“How?”
“Wayne is an ass and getting worse by the day.”
“It’s the pressure.”
“No, it’s the people he’s associating with. A group that hates the fey so blindly that they’d cut their own mothers from their lives to prove they want nothing to do with those grey demons. Not my words. Something Nat’s been whispering in some ears.”
“And Wayne’s mixed up with them? Then he needs help.”
Grandma shook her head slowly, her face conveying her disappointment.
“He’s not an addict needing intervention. He’s a grown man who’s choosing hate over love. Don’t give any more of yourself to him than you already have, honey.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Exactly what he said. Look at who brought you home these last two days. Why stay here when you can live better over there?”
I swallowed hard and looked down at my hands. The left one now bare of rings.
“The rest of you need food too. What about—”
“We’ll be fine. The food will stretch further without an extra mouth.”
That hurt. But I understood what she meant.
“Make sure Greyly gets bigger portions.”
“I will.”