Grandfather Liam's will
AARON POV
I watched as Margaret stood up, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes fixed on mine. For a minute, I thought she'd break down, her facade crumbling under the weight of her emotions. But she held it together, her expression a mask of calmness.
If I were in her shoes, I'd panic, my heart racing with anxiety.
But Uncle Leonard .With the way he asked those questions he knew something.i knew he wanted to say more but he stopped.it does not mean that he's a good person
I stood up, pushing my chair backward, the scraping sound echoing through the room.
I needed a break and I wanted to check in with Margaret, to see how she was feeling.
"Aaron, wait behind. Margaret, you can wait for him outside," my grandaunt said, her voice firm but gentle.