I Move My Feet
Daniel wiped his hands on a dish towel, walked to the entryway, and did not touch the deadbolt.
“Leave,” he said through the glass.
She arranged her face into the expression of a misunderstood saint. “I only came to hug my granddaughter.”
“No.”
“I have grandparents’ rights.”
“And I have a police report for child endangerment. Test me.”