“Come on.” Nudging the plate toward Shannon and Joey, Mam smiled encouragingly. “I’ll be insulted if you don’t try one.” Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as they silently communicated with one another. Not one word was spoken, but I knew something was passing between them. And then they both moved in synchrony for the scones. Thank Christ for that. Relief flickered in my mother’s eyes as she observed the Lynches devouring the scones from behind the rim of her coffee mug. Her tear-filled eyes shifted to me and I gave her an “I know” look.
