Abbey quietly shut the door to Granddaddy’s room. The entire encounter had left him drained, and she hoped he’d nap for a while. If they were lucky, he’d have forgotten Kyle’s mother by the time he surfaced. If they weren’t… well, they’d deal with it. For now, she needed to do damage control with Kyle himself.
But she took a moment in the hall to slow her breathing and find some calm. She was more than a little rattled herself to have Twyla back in their lives. This woman was one of the two people who’d all but ruined her family. There was little Twyla could do directly to them now, but she could still attack Kyle. The woman knew exactly how to stomp all over his insecurities. She’d created them, after all. Abbey knew that, in whatever time she was here, Twyla probably slid right back int
