“Knock it off, Braxton. I would much rather you have been taking care of my sick nephew than dealing with my problems,” I chastise her. “Not to mention you were out all day with your in-laws.” She curls her fingers into fists. “Either way, I want to string that guy up a flagpole by his tiny balls!” Her husband, Maddox, winces from where he watches us from his position in the doorway.
