"I spent my life raising Jimmy. He's my blood. I gave him everything."
Ruth waved the gun in front of her, focusing the barrel on everything but me until, with a momentary jerk, she seemed to remember I was in the room and took aim.
I grabbed the edge of the couch, eyeing how far the door was. Too far. She could definitely get a shot off if I made a run for it.
"You had to take control. If Jimmy couldn't make good choices, you'd make them for him." I spun my narrative to her side.
Her eyes lit up, her messy hair cascading around her distorted expression. "Exactly! A mother knows best. If Jalinda refused to have children, how would our family name continue?"
"Jalinda was being selfish," I supplied.
"The world needs more Jones. I bought the box of candy. Stores these days put out Va
