Jake’s POV
“What were you thinking, talking to her about the kids?” I asked Mom, after leading her to my small office on the plane. The small room had a desk and two chairs, a television on the wall, and, most importantly, a door that closed to keep our conversation private.
“All I did was talk about my grandkids,” Mom said.
Dropping my voice lower, just in case, I whispered, “Those are her kids too. What would happen if all this talk awakens new memories within her? We could lose her.”
Mom frowned at me. “You might not spend time with your nieces, but your father and I love those girls as if they were our own.”
“Don’t,” I said. I’d heard this argument before. Mom wanted me to spend time with Amy and Stacy, hoping that they could be accepted into our family at some point. It was like
