KIERA
Her and I stood in agonizing silence as I racked my brain for any mention of a grandmother growing up, but nothing came.
“I don’t have a grandmother, you’re lying.” I told her as my glare intensified.
“You were adopted as a pup, yes?” She asked.
“Yes, I was. By a man who was no such father to me. If you are his mother, as you say you are, then you are no family of mine.” I stated, my voice curt.
“Your feelings are valid, Kiera. I assure you. I understand.” Evelyn gave a look of genuine sincerity.
“There is no way you could possibly understand, you weren’t there!” I yelled, “If he really was your son, maybe you should’ve raised him with more respect for women and children than he had.”
Evelyns' gaze that was, seconds ago, caring, quickly turned to a burning rage. She mo
