The Grandmother by Jane E. James

I might be a grandmother. But I’m not some sweet, harmless old lady who people can push around. Two little girls stand with their heads bowed in my living room. I’m told they’re my granddaughters. This is the first time I’ve met them since my daughter and I fell out after she married that waste of space, Vince. Daisy is nine, and Alice seven. … Read More The Grandmother by Jane E. James