Dawn's POV
"Mom, can we play another round?"
I looked toward Evan, who stood beside Tanner and Hunter with a cornhole bag in his hand.
"Of course, sweetheart."
"Awesome!"
He hurried back across the lawn.
I smiled into my sweet tea.
Three months ago, I'd watched that same boy retreat to his bedroom after his father ruined his birthday.
Tonight, he was laughing with his friends, and I had no intention of cutting that short.
"All right," I announced, standing.
"Before somebody starts another tournament, can we deal with the seafood graveyard?"
Chelsea glanced toward the picnic table.
"Oh, that's attractive."
Crab shells, shrimp tails, corn cobs, and discarded napkins covered nearly every inch.
Grant chuckled.
"Yeah, we made a mess."
"An impressive one. I'm considering chargin
