The car door had barely clicked shut when she hit me like a tornado. A cloud of floral perfume and silky fabric swirled around me as she launched herself into my arms, nearly knocking me backward onto the gravel driveway. Warm, frantic kisses rained all over my face.There was only one person in the world who greeted people with that kind of wild, unstoppable energy.“Mom,” I groaned, though I couldn't stop the small smile tugging at my mouth. I tried to gently peel her arms away. “I’m thirty-one. People are staring at the ‘baby’ being tackled in the driveway.”Pamela Mayer just laughed, squeezing me tighter. “Nonsense. You could be a hundred and gray, Maurice. You’ll always be the boy I brought home in a yellow blanket. Get used to it.”I shook my head, grabbing my bag from the trunk. As I followed her inside, the familiar scent of home, cinnamon and old floor wax, hit me, along with a heavy dose of dread. I hadn’t stepped foot in this house in six months for a reason. The relentles
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