Just eating.
He leaned closer to the screen, disbelief creeping into his expression.
Downstairs, Grace wiped her hands and looked at the boys.
“After lunch,” she said, “we’re making rules.”
The word rules usually triggered chaos.
But this time, something shifted.
“Why should we listen to you?” Liam challenged, though there was less fire in his voice now.
Grace crouched down so she was eye level with all three of them.
“Because I’m not here to control you,” she said gently. “I’m here to help you. But I won’t let you hurt yourselves… or this home… or each other.”
No one had ever said it like that.
Not as an order.
Not as a threat.
As a promise.
The boys exchanged looks again—but this time, there was uncertainty instead of mischief.
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