rcles framed her eyes, evidence of a sleepless nig

ce Bryson didn't steal a

d she grabbed my ha

Mom, Bryson can't hav

nd, I recalled how she didn't shed a sing

rony

d, "It was her boyfriend who stole it. Th

with rage, as if she w

to her knees, pleadin

efore realizing it had

n to the baby? Do you want your grandch

flickering briefl

ld I care

Veronica, her voic

tter to softness, she switched

was hard enough. I don't want my child to h

s the foolish mother w

she'd already

ove me now; they j

iled you with piles of money and watched over you every day. You didn't appreciate it. Instead, y

d, asking me to follow her

out behind me. "Mom, if you don't help m