Grant Pov
I understand her.
I really do.
Before, I was so angry. Blinded really. Stuck in my own ways, I had completed disregarded her
point of view. Her habits. Her life.
Just like Kingsley, my feelings kept me ignorant, but I know her side now. I know better than to
let the world tell me about someone who only I can understand.
"Mom," I greet with just a hint of a smile. "You look good."
Better than last time at least. She must have finally gone into the prison yard because color is
returning to her face. Her hair actually seems to be brushed too.
"I've missed you Grant," she says with that same husky voice that's been damaged after years of
smoking and drugs. "I wish your brother would come visit me like you."
Ignoring the sting that insinuates I'm not good enough on my
