My Brother Tried To Leave His Kids At My House Until Grandma’s Old Key Stopped Working

just ended Damon’s fantasy and more like the grandfather who had taught me how to hold a wrench when I was nine.

“I did not choose you because Damon hurt you,” he said.

I wiped my cheek quickly. “I know.”

“I chose you because when you saw something wrong, you protected the people who would have paid the price.”

That broke me a little. Not in the way Damon continue reading …