none of her business, and partly because — like Grayson, though I didn’t know it yet — I’d wanted to be loved for myself, not for my father’s position. I’d let the Whitmores believe I came from nothing, and I’d watched them treat me accordingly, and I’d told myself Lorna “didn’t mean anything by it” because Grayson kept asking me to be patient.
I understand now what that patience was really for. Grayson needed me to stay small and grateful, because a grateful woman from nothing doesn’t lawyer up. He’d studied me
