Chapter Sixteen
"But I don't wanna be here. I don't wanna get married."
"Hush, sweetie. You're not getting married. Nonnie is."
"But I don't want Nonnie to get married." The little boy crossed his small arms over his chest and pouted until his pale cheeks pinkened. "She's my Nonnie."
"What did we say about sharing?" said the young blonde-haired mom.
The couple standing next to Collin and Charlotte laughed at the child's antics. There was a cloud of gray hair atop the old woman's head, whom Collin supposed was Nonnie. The elderly man holding her hands had wrinkled-brown skin and a bald head with splotches where hair may have once grown.
Upon closer inspection, Collin noted that only Nonnie was laughing. The grandpa-to-be holding her hands tightened his gnarled fingers around Nonnie's
