Anna's POV
I watched Marcus's car disappear down the driveway, a curious warmth blooming in my chest. The truckload of supplies he'd delivered for my grandmother's birthday was more than generous it was overwhelming. I stood there for a moment, letting the quiet hum of gratitude settle over me before turning back toward the house, questions swirling in my mind.
Inside, Grandmother was still smiling, her eyes gleaming with a light I hadn't seen since before my father passed. The sight made my heart ache with bittersweet joy.
"Grandmother," I said, easing down beside her on the sofa, "all these gifts... are they really from William? Did he ask Marcus to deliver them?"
