Chapter 45

Megan turned her head and caught the male nurse staring at her in surprise. "Miss Shaw, what are you doing?" Megan gave him a calm smile, lifting the feather duster in her hand. "Just dusting off a bit, no biggie." Inwardly, she gave herself a mental high five—classic misdirection, worked like a charm. She hopped off the chair lightly. Right then, the sound of heels clicked outside the hospital room. The door swung open and in walked Molly, holding a soft pink bouquet in one hand. The moment she saw Megan, she flashed a sugary smile. "Oh! So you're here too, Meg." That voice might sound sweet to others, but to Megan, it was pure nails-on-chalkboard. Her eyes narrowed. "He's not even your real grandpa, and his wife's not your real grandma. You seriously think you need to come here pretending to care?" Molly set the fruit basket on the table and pouted, playing the hurt victim. "We've lived under the same roof for over ten years… Grandpa really means so much to me. You still can't forgiv