Gram flipped a panini on the grill, crisping toast and hot chicken filling the kitchen with aromas so delicious my stomach growled despite my crabby mood.

As I took my plate, cheese bubbling out the edges of my sandwich, Gram caught my eye and snapped me once on the shoulder with her raised spatula.

"He's not strong enough for you," she said before pressing the lid down on the next sandwich with a loud hiss.

My teeth ground together as I turned my back on her, ...