Just then, a deafening horn honked behind me. Startled, I hurriedly started the engine. At the next intersection, a familiar black car sped past. Mark, with a cold expression, shot me a quick glance before disappearing into traffic.

Dylan whispered, “Did you see, Grandma? I wasn’t lying.”

I nodded, my throat dry. Evelyn, my daughter-in-law, the one who said she loved me like a mother—what was she planning? I thought about Jason, about how he blindly trusted his wife. The pain shot through my chest, but I knew I couldn’t let Dylan see me weak.