Zachary, more prepared this time, dodged my mom's flying purse—but poor Danny, standing next to him, wasn't so lucky.

The purse struck him squarely, and he burst into tears. Only then did my mom seem to notice the child and Tyler's parents standing there. She froze before forcing an awkward smile, "Oh, Danny's grandparents are here too? I didn't see you."

Eleanor's face turned cold, "Mary, we should think before we speak. We know exactly what kind of person Grace ...