Meredith Rowan suddenly understood why Warren Grant had said he was "here to save you" when he'd knocked on her door.
Leo and Yvette had come over, only to be sent away by Ethan Grant.
'Why would Ethan Grant do that?'
She suddenly recalled playing in a park as a child. There were always many old men fishing there.
They would always put the freshest bait on their hooks, then leisurely lower their lines. They'd lean back in the sun, smiling, and before long, a fat fish would take the bait.
'Ethan Grant was fishing!'
'And she was the bait!'
Meredith Rowan felt the world spin, and a cold sweat threatened to drench her.
"Aunt Rowan, are you feeling warm? I'll pour you a glass of cool herbal tea."
Shirley Thorne stood up. Her movements were elegant and graceful, and her tone was intimate, showing no trace of awkwardness.
