“Are you mad at me?” She laughed softly. “No, Shannon.” I blew out a shaky breath. “You won’t kick me out?” “Never,” she vowed, squeezing my hand. “This is your forever home—you and your brothers—and you’re going nowhere, okay? I’m just preventing something from happening—like the death of my son if he so much as contemplates putting his private parts near yours and making me a grandmother before I turn fifty.”
