After Andrew watched his son finally leave the room and saw that the door was closed tightly, he turned to Alex.
He stared at him silently for a few seconds as countless thoughts swirled in his mind.
When he noticed his grandson was about to speak, he asked, "Alex, what do you want from me? Say it!" His voice was gentle, yet Alex could feel the vibrations in every word he spoke.
Alex knows his grandfather is anxious.
Observing him no longer in denial, with eyes that have lost their calm and innocence and now appear sad and regretful, he understands that this is the right moment to express his demands to him.
"So you admit it was you who sent the truck driver to hit Rory's car?" Alex's voice trembled, struggling to contain the pain that surged in his heart at the memory of losing Aurora several months ago.
Andrew Graystone let out a long, deep sigh.
