Gregory didn't close his eyes again. Instead, he kept them open and helped Anathea watch the road.
The car finally came to a stop outside the Sinclair residence.
Anathea quickly stepped out and rushed toward the house. It was dark, and the path was hard to see. She stumbled slightly.
A strong hand caught her elbow.
The crisp scent of cedar surrounded her.
Anathea pursed her lips and gently pushed him away. "Thank you, but I can walk on my own."
"But I can't," Gregory replied, his voice slightly unsteady and weary from the alcohol.
Left with no choice, Anathea allowed him to lean on her as they supported each other into the house.
"Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair, you're here," Dalia greeted.
Anathea let go of Gregory and anxiously asked, "How is Grandma?"
Dalia hesitated. "Well…"
But as she reached the room, she caught a sharp, excited voice calling out, "Pair of twos! I win!"
Anathea paused. Through the narrow gap in the door, she saw Brisa playing cards with Isabel and Adrian.
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