My mother had tried to visit twice during those three months, apologizing one moment and demanding access to her grandson the next.
Jessi and I remained united.
Until Wendy fully acknowledged the damage caused by her manipulation, she would have no place in Leo’s life.
For the first time in seven years, my days were not controlled by military orders, old anger, or regret.
Leo ran back toward the porch carrying his rocket proudly. His blue-gray eyes were bright.
“Ivan?”
“Yeah, buddy?”
“Are you staying for dinner tonight?”
I looked
