Often I found myself watching my kids, wondering which of them had gotten Jennines wolf. They were both strong individuals, and together, they schemed like nothing I'd ever seen. More sweets had disappeared from the kitchen since they'd come along then one would care to admit, with one always the diversion while the other did the thieving. Violet seemed to have inherited my sassyness, while Garret was a rather quiet boy, focused and attentive. Plus, he could negotiate better than his Dad. My parents had become official 'spoilers', unable to say no to him even when they wanted to. But they were still the best grandparents I could have ever asked for.
Yet, thinking about Nia only made me think about Jennine. Ten years, and nothing. No threats, no attempts. It was as if she'd fallen on the f
