Brittany's POV

Alexander arrives at my grandma’s new place a few hours later, leaving Mason and Grandma to their usual bickering echoing through the small house. I can hear the clatter of a wooden spatula thrown in frustration as Mason mocks one of Grandma’s homemade blankets, saying it looks like it was stitched by a blind person.

Alexander snorts, shaking his head with obvious amusement. “Those two just don’t know how to be nice to each ...