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black Chevy Impala, in the garage. It was my grandfather’s pride and joy and every time I saw that car, I was reminded of Sam and Dean Winchester on  Supernatural .
    I walked up the steps and rung the doorbell. The door was promptly opened by my grandmother. She was older and there were more wrinkles around her warm blue-gray eyes but she smiled and embraced me immediately.
    “Oh, Elvira, you have grown into a beautiful woman,” she greeted before her lips brushed my cheek. “You must drive the men crazy everywhere you go.”
    “Not quite but thanks for the compliment, Grandma,” I replied.
    She seemed to hesitate before she opened the door. “We weren’t expecting you so soon. Patrick and Clara are over with Kieran—”
    “I promise not to make a scene, Grandma. Remember, Kieran belongs to them, and I would never do anything to contradict that. I swear.”
    She slipped an arm around my shoulders and ushered me in. “I just put on another pot of coffee. How about cup, honey?”
    “That would be great,” I responded and stopped as a rambunctious four year old crashed right into my legs.
    “Kieran, honey, you can’t attack every person who comes to visit your grandparents—”
    Patrick stopped talking as soon as he saw me, and glared at me with cold blue-gray eyes.
    “I came by to see Grandma and Grandpa but who is this little person?” I inquired as I knelt before him, and came face to face with large gray-blue eyes. His hair was flaxen blond and he had strawberry preserves all over his cheeks.
    “My name is Kieran,” he replied in his soft voice, “and I am four years old. Who are you?”
    My heart thundered in my chest and I tried to push the pain as deep as it would go. “My name is Evie and…I’m your cousin. Your father and my mother are brother and sister. How are you, little man?”
    “I’m good but I think I ate too much brekfass because my tummy hurts.”
    I reached out to touch his hair, so much like his father’s when he was his age, but Patrick swooped in and grabbed Kieran so fast, he made the Airbus seem slow. “Come on, little guy, let’s get you cleaned up.”
    Clara, his wife, walked into the living room, and her lightly tanned face drained of color as soon as she saw me. “Elvira! What are you  doing here?”
    I suddenly felt like I’d been dropped into an episode of the  Twilight Zone . “I’m here to visit Grandma and Grandpa. I had no idea you were here—”
    “Patrick’s job took us to Connecticut, and we now live in New Haven. We had a long weekend due to Pat having some vacation time. It looks like you are the queen of bad timing. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were here just to see Kieran.”
    “Don’t flatter yourself, Clara. I’m not here to snatch your precious bundle but one day you will have to tell him about us, you barren bitch,” I said before I could stop myself.
    Her hazel eyes grew wide with surprise. “Well, well. It looks like the more things change, the more they stay the same. Nice to know my son wasn’t in the room when you decided to use that kind of language with me.” She planted her hands on slim hips that had never, and wouldn’t ever know the experience of childbirth. “Yes, that’s right, he’s my son! Your mother signed the paperwork on your behalf and as far as the law is concerned, Patrick and I are Kieran’s parents.”
    “What is wrong with you? I have already told you I am not here for him—I came to see my grandparents, and all the sudden I have committed some kind of crime for being here? What is wrong with either one of you?”
    Granddad walked into the living room; his cornflower blue eyes glanced coldly at Clara. “You leave my baby alone. We raised Evie from the time she was an infant. She always comes to see us. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Why don’t you go upstairs, and help your husband with your son .”
    I breathed a sigh of relief before I ran over and embraced my grandfather. “How