do together?”
There was a pause.
“Because we’re working on a little surprise.”
“What surprise?”
“If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise.”
I didn’t laugh.
“Mom, I don’t like adults telling Ben to keep secrets from me.”
Her voice became firmer.
“Sarah, I’m his grandmother.”
“I know.”
“And you trust me.”
For some reason, I didn’t answer immediately. That silence scared me. Until that moment, I had never even questioned whether I trusted my own mother.
After that, I stopped leaving Ben alone with her. I found excuses for nearly two weeks until she finally called me.
“Why don’t you leave Ben with me anymore?”
“We’ve been busy.”
“Sarah.”
I stayed silent.
“You’re avoiding something.”
“Maybe I could say the same thing to you.”
Another long silence followed.
“Bring Ben on Saturday. I need to finish something with him.”
That word bothered me
