My smile froze. My mind replayed everything Ferry had done. My vision blurred, my throat burned. Lowering my head, I gently wiped away a single tear with my pinky finger.
Forcing a smile, I raised my glass of wine. "Come on, it's Grandpa's birthday today. Let's not talk about such things."
I turned to the old man at the head of the table. "I wish Grandpa good fortune and longevity."
Before I could take a sip, Grandma reached over and gently took the glass from my hand. "Your thoughts are appreciated, dear, but you're preparing for pregnancy. No drinking."
She turned to Ferry. "Ferr, you shouldn't drink either."
Just then, Chindy placed a hand on her stomach, her eyes gleaming with mischief. With a knowing smile, she took my mother-in-law’s hand and pressed it against her belly.
"Auntie, Karen may not be pregnant, but I am."
For a moment, an uncomfortable silence fell over the table. The festive atmosphere turned awkward, and I could feel everyone's eyes darting between me and Ferry.
Chindy glanced at me, her voice honeyed but sharp. "I mean, you're definitely going to have a big grandchild soon. Maybe even twins."