"You told him," Mom said, ecstatic at the thought of what I had done. I wasn't sure why but she was. All that could rush through my head was how much of a mess I was in. "That's great Lucy. June will finally get to see her father and we can finally get some peace in this house."
"Peace, " I mused. It was almost humorous. "I doubt that will happen once Grant gets here." I then grabbed the uncorked bottle of old wine in front of me and poured the liquid into one of the empty glasses. How else was I to clear my mind?
"What do you mean Lucy? Do not tell me you are worried about losing June?"
"But there is a huge chance that could happen mother." I cut in, gulping down the sour-sweet liquid. "He is a Clayton after all and with a little push from his family, Grant will be back like a puppet t
