Chapter Eleven
“Grandma, what’s it like being on the run?” Alison said.
Iris wiped down the island in Charlotte and Marcus’s kitchen after cleaning up the dishes left from Marcus’s breakfast and the snacking Alison had been doing. It wasn’t a big mess, but cleaning was one thing she could do to help.
Raymond had dropped her off after Jack called him. Why, she still didn’t know, but she had told him to go, because being here with Charlotte was the only place she wanted to be right now.
“You make me sound like a criminal,” she said. “I assure you it’s not that glamourous.”
Alison shrugged and didn’t pull those dark eyes from her. Iris didn’t know why, but she wondered whose eyes the baby would have. She glanced up to the ceiling, taking in how quiet it was.
“Well, it’s not how I pictur
