CHAPTER 51: GRANNY'S PATRICIA REVELATION
I stood there, my hand still gripping the doorframe, my knuckles white.
"You have ten seconds to tell me who you are and why you just said that," I said firmly.
My voice cut through the smell of lavender.
The old woman did not even blink.
Her cloudy eyes locked onto mine, ignoring Ariana as though I was the person who had just broken into her house.
The rocking chair creaked once and stopped.
"Sit down, Aria," the old woman said in a voice that sounded like old paper. "You have your father's chin, but you look so much like your mother it hurts."
Her gaze softened for a moment.
"I haven't seen those eyes in fifteen years," she added quietly.
"I am not sitting down," I snapped, taking a step into the room.
My wet boots left muddy prints across the braided rug.
"My parents died years ago. The people who raised me never mentioned a house at the edge of town. So talk. How do you know my name?"
I pointed at her.
