“And Serena,” Ruby begins after a sip out of her coffee mug, “well—” “Mom, it’ll do you good to remind you that I’ll be the one to decide what home to put you and Dad into. Test me, woman,” Serena says icily, and Ruby and Allen share a grin. I can’t help my deep chuckle, and Peyton joins me from across the table, his burst of laughter hysterical compared to mine, which only makes me laugh harder.
