“Chase Mitchell Ryder, language.” Their grandmother yelled out, scolding him. But unlike Chance, their grandmother’s authority didn’t seem to hold the same value to him, especially as he glared at me with daggering eyes, making me feel more than ever like I didn’t belong here.
“She’s with me. Do you have a problem with that?” Chance says, speaking up, coming to my rescue, as Jessica says under her breath, “You got to be kidding me.” While she rolls her eyes.
Feeling uncomfortable, knowing that my presence was causing issues with the family, I prepared myself to stand, as I say, “I think it's best if I go home now.”
But as I move to stand, their grandmother’s hand reaches over, touching my arm, as she says, “You will stay and finish your dinner, sweetheart. You have just as much right
