ANTHONY'S POV
"Who's that?" I asked Marco.
His eyes followed what I was staring at.
"Oh…. that's my grandmother," Marco told me in a whisper.
"Where is she?" I followed up.
"Uh my dad said she died, a long time ago before I was born," he told me. " I have never met her."
"Oh," I replied.
"But I know she was important to my Dad. There are other pictures of her around the mansion," he said in a quiet voice.
I realised we had different grandmothers.
I remembered my own grandmother. She was still alive and I used to see her sometimes when my mum and I lived with dad but we were not close. I didn't know her too well. I saw grandfather way more.
So our dads were brothers…but not from the same mother. Kind of like what I thought Marco and I were initially. My mind was trying to understand the our family which was like a puzzle.
We ate breakfast and then went to clean up in the bathroom when we were done.
