“No. I'm…” Amy began, but Luther got up, and walked to Elvis, giving a glare that was colder than ice, fiercer than a churning volcano. If glares were daggers, Elvis would have been bleeding helplessly from a million different places.
Luther took Sammy, and pulled the little boy behind him.
“It doesn't matter if he's not mine. What matters is that I love him like he was mine, and I'm going to give him the best childhood ever. You don't have to make a fuss about it. Didn't you want us to have nothing to do with each other?”
“Then why is she here if she has nothing to do with our family?” Grandfather Aaron asked.
“She once had lots to do with our family. Can't you at least just let her have one place where she can return to?” Luther asked.
Grandfather Aaron got to his feet.
“If you
