Ryan's POV
"You know, hindsight really is something. Now that I look back, every time that Gwendolyn has come to see me, she has always been dressed in a fashion style similar to what my late wife used to wear," His grandfather huffed softly, a sad look on his face.
"I used to brush it off, thinking that it was just her dress sense. But now, after finding out all that I know, I see what she was doing. It was all textbook manipulation. She came dressed in clothing that she knew I associated with something good as a way to make me let my guard down without even realizing it," With the garden having gotten too hot for them to handle, they were now indoors. And as Ryan heard his grandfather's words, he could not help but squeeze the arm rests of the chair that he was on as tightly as possible.
