The silver fork clinks softly against the fine china, the only sound in the cavernous dining room of the Greyhound estate. Across from me sits Veronica Greyhound, the matriarch of our family and the only person left on this earth who still calls me by my childhood nicknames. She’s eighty-four, but her eyes are as sharp as the diamonds around her neck. She doesn't miss a thing.I suppose decades of running a dynasty will do that to a person. She was the only family that I had left and I loved her to death. "You’ve barely touched your sea bass, my love," she observes, her voice like velvet and iron. "And you’ve smiled at your phone twice. Should I be concerned, or should I be celebrating?" I set my cutlery down, leaning back into the leather chair. "I didn't realize I was being so obvious, Grandma” "To the rest of the world, you are a stone," she says, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. "To me, you are transparent. There is a light in your eyes that hasn't been there
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