What if they actually want to take her from me later?

They had endless money and legal power, while I had a failing roof and a weak heart.

Harper came trotting downstairs in her socks, hugging her favorite plush stuffed rabbit tightly against her chest.

“Who was that talking at the door, Grandma?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Just somebody who went to the wrong house, honey,” I lied softly to protect her.

She sat beside me and slid a colorful crayon drawing across the wooden table.