“Because of me?”
He had the grace to look briefly uncertain, but Megan jumped in.
“Normal people don’t strand family at the gate.”
“Normal people don’t create group chats called Operation Ditch Grandma,” Evelyn replied.
Silence hit the room like a dropped weight.
Connor’s face changed first.
Shame, quick and involuntary.
Megan’s came a second later, hardening into anger.
“You went through my tablet?” she said.
“You left it in my kitchen,” Evelyn answered.
“Along with enough evidence to settle every doubt I had left.”
Connor rubbed both hands over his face.
“Mom, it was a joke.
It got out of hand.”
“No,” Evelyn said.
“It was a plan.
And it worked exactly the way you intended, right up until I made my own decision.”
