“My husband built this room,” she murmured. “He won’t like strangers moving my furniture.”
Kyle gently touched her arm.
“Gladys, why don’t you sit down?”
Her face brightened when she looked at him.
“There you are, sweetheart. I’ve been searching everywhere for you.”
Then she touched his cheek affectionately.
I stared at my husband.
Kyle closed his eyes before quietly saying, “Alice, she’s my mother.”
I thought I had misheard him.
“You told me your mother abandoned you when you were six.”
“My father told me that for thirty years.”
Gladys picked up Mia’s stuffed rabbit and hugged it to her chest.
“The little girl gave me her room,” she said. “I can’t sleep without this.”
My eyes snapped toward Kyle.
“You made Mia sleep in the kitchen?”
“No,” he answered immediately.
“She’s lying on the floor right now.”
Before he could explain, Gladys walked into the hallway. When she saw Mia sleeping in the kitchen, she smiled and carefully adjusted the blanket around her.
