10 years later…
“Grandma, grandma, can I have a cookie?” Zoe asked, rising on her toes so she could look over the kitchen table where Clarissa, I, and Ethan’s mate, Elena, were trying to finish preparing dinner. I looked at my younger daughter, but she pretended not to notice, showing the most disarming puppy eyes to Clarissa. Clarissa looked at me hesitantly, the lines on her face growing deeper as I shook my head.
A second pair of feet ran into the kitchen and another set of eyes appeared over the edge of the table. Liam glanced at his mother standing next to me, then he hid behind Zoe.
“Liam wants one too! Please, grandma!” Zoe insisted, still ignoring me. I didn’t know if I should be laughing at her audacity or getting angry. When it came to sweets, she never backed down, even if it
