“Violet! Vance is having daddy issues and is trying to talk him out of giving you the stained glass!” Anna yells very loudly. Vance’s eyes widen. “I’m going to fucking kill you for fifty-three years, you stupid son of a b—” He stops, calming himself, because his grandmomma was a damn fine woman who’d punch him in the nuts for calling her that word…if she knew what it meant.
