Crying on my doorstep about how she’d waited her whole life.

And I let her in, because what am I going to do — she’s his grandmother.

“And inside three weeks she was doing something else.

She started talking to Liam about how nice it would be if his mom and dad lived in the same house.

To a ten-year-old, Hannah.

In my kitchen, to my son, without asking me.

“And I told her to stop and she said ‘I’m only saying what he’s thinking,’ and I said I’m not interested, and she smiled at me and kept doing it.”

“Did Logan ever—” I stopped.