Chapter 11: Griffin’s POV Blindsided and Confused

As Griffin made his way to the car, his vision blurred. He blinked back the hot tears stinging his eyes. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! he commanded himself. His father had always told him men didn't cry—especially Graystone men. Once, when seven-year-old Griffin found his rabbit run over by a car and he wailed like a baby in the street, his father slapped him.

Not hard. It barely left a mark. But Griffin never forgot. He hadn't cried since, at least in front of his father. Needless to say, Griffin had avoided his father for several months after Angela left. In her usual practical manner, Cookie had caught him crying several times but pretended not to notice. Griffin could always count on his mother to look the other way when it came to showing emotion.

"Are you all right, honey? Can I get you something?" Savannah asked, fussing over him as she opened his car door. "Maybe you need to take a minute. It's not safe to drive when you're upset."