(Blake's POV)
Mom opened the glass door before Dad could answer her whereabouts. My elegant, kind-hearted but strict, and worse than my father dealing with the women I met in my lifetime has a smile on her lips. No, it was not just an ordinary smile but an excited one.
“Grandma Thea!” Bree squealed that she could not contain her excitement. She climbed down her chair after leaving her pencil and workbook on the table. She ran excitedly to my mother, leaving my Dad and me feeling lost in what was happening.
Mom immediately sat, meeting her granddaughter’s height, and opened her arms. “Oh! Oh! How’s my beautiful granddaughter?”
Did my cousins tell her about Bree? I looked at Dad, and just like me, he shrugged, telling me with all honesty in his eyes that he had no idea how they knew each other.
Bree was so happy, giggling as she kissed Mom on her cheeks. “I miss you, grandma Thea!” She said in h
