Henley

“Mom, let me know what you want me to do. I want to help.” I took another drink of my orange juice.

“You have enough going on with Declan without having to worry about me.” Mom smiled adoringly at Maxwell, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Grayson, do you have Lillian’s number? I’ll call her today and see what she can do.”

“No need.” Maxwell held her hand. “I’ll call her. When I explain what’s happening, I’m sure she’ll be more ...