“Grandma Wendy says promises don’t count when grown-ups have important things.”
I felt irritation rise instantly.
Wendy, my mother-in-law, had moved into our guest cottage six months earlier after her husband died.
At first, I’d welcomed her, because my wife Jessi loved her mother.
Slowly, though, Wendy had begun treating our home as hers.
Then Fiona glanced toward the hallway.
That single look changed everything.
