Chapter 17: Love is Blind

Grams and I lounged in the living room after dinner. She sat in her big brown leather chair, and I lay on the loveseat, looking in her direction as she knitted me a hat. She made the best hat and scarves.

“Grams. . .” I trailed off.

“Yes?” She kept her eyes on what she was doing.

When I didn’t answer, she glanced up at me with her glasses slipping down her nose.

I sighed and shook my head. “Never mind.” My gaze went back to tracing patterns in the wood of the ceiling.

“You’re quite fond of him, aren’t you?”

My eyes widened and found hers again. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I closed it and opened it again. “How do you even know that?”

She chuckled. “You think I wasn’t young once? That I didn’t see what your mother went through when she was young? Love is a dangerous game. Don’t ever forget that. Loving someone so much can be a blessing and a curse. Passion blinds us. He could betray you and cause great harm to you emotionally or physically.”