Chapter Thirty Six: The Breaking Point

Trevor "How did you know my home address?" Celine asked after bringing in the refreshments. "Your Grandpa told me," I answered, opening a can of beer. Her eyes flashed at my response, and she sat up straight. "He doesn't know about today," I assured her, noticing her worried expression about him finding out about her narrow accident. "Of course, he doesn't." Her shoulders sagged in relief. "Or I would be interviewing potential drivers now." I raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement on my face. "You don't mean it." "He's very tenacious." "When it comes to his granddaughter's safety," I concluded. "He loves you a lot." Celine agreed. "He does, but he's too overbearing sometimes." I smiled. "It's good that you have someone who cares deeply about you." "Don't you?" She watched me intently. "I do," I replied, my tone clipped. Her eyes twitched at my response, but she didn't pursue the conversation, nodding instead. I glanced at the time. "Is it time for me to leave?" "You're