I quickly stood up, my eyes moving to Xavier. He just stood still, his face slightly turned to the side, his black hair obstructing my view.
"How can you let something like that happen to her? She is your wife—your top priority!" she shouted at him. "How were you around and she was beaten up? Her dress is a total mess…answer me, Xavier!" she yelled even louder.
I had never heard her call him by his full name. She must be really hurt.
This is all my fault.
Wgst do I do? How do I even start?
"Your silence is enough answer…" she paused. "I am so disappointed in you," she said, and I saw Xavier's hands move. They were inside his pockets, but I could tell they were clenched.
"Grandma, it's honestly not what you think. Xavier has nothing to—" I started, but she cut me off.
"Don't, dear… you don't have to cover up for him. He has everything to do with it," she said, her eyes filled with disgust as she stared at him.
"No… it's not—"
