Grant's POV
The airplane wheels touched down with a jolt, finally bringing us back to solid ground. Throughout the flight, my mind had been anything but steady. I managed to pull myself together enough to function, and we quietly retrieved our belongings before making our way to the waiting car. Once inside, I took the driver's seat, with Ivy settling into the passenger side next to me.
"You okay?" Her voice was soft, concerned.
"Yeah," I nodded slowly, my eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to check on Fiona in the backseat. "You sure?"
I gripped the steering wheel tighter. "I just had the opinion of the last fifteen years of my life completely shattered, and I realized how toxic and shitty I've been, but yeah, I'm okay." I wiped my face as I focused on the road ahead. "I never really considered your mom's perspective. You know."
