Chapter 1“Hey, ma.” Grant Singer tucked the phone between his neck and shoulder. A series of pots bubbled on his stove and he grabbed a spatula to stir the saucepan closest to him.
“Honey,” his mother said, her voice warm and filled with affection. “How are you? How’s work?”
“I’m good, Ma. Work is good.” He frowned at the sauce before hitting the speaker button on his phone and setting it on the counter at a safe distance. “What are you and Dad up to?”
“Keeping busy. I’m watching the kids today, and your father is supposed to be washing the windows on the back side of the house, but it’s been over an hour since I’ve seen him, so he’s probably buried himself in the garage.” His mother must have pulled the phone away from her ear because her voice faded. “Say hi to Uncle Grant, everyone.”
