For the first time her eyes seemed to register that Oliver was not a prop in her family drama.

He was a child who had survived a medical emergency.

“I didn’t know it was that bad,” she said.

“You knew enough to tell him I was trying to ruin your party.”

Her lawyer touched her arm, but I was not finished.

“I am not asking you to like me.

I am asking you to stop pretending what happened was harmless.

You are Oliver’s grandmother.