She swings her focus to Henry. I hold my breath. “How is my favorite future son-in-law?” She charges forward to throw her arms around him. Henry’s eyebrows twitch as he stoops to return her hug, the only sign that he’s shocked by her pleasant greeting. “Hello, Bernadette.” “Oh, call me Mama if you want. Would ya look at that.” She scowls at the scab on his forehead, like a mother tending to her little boy’s injury. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.” His gaze flickers to me.
