“This is ridiculous,” Elena sniffed as she tossed her hands up like the entire conversation should be ruled as invalid, “I was a good mother, and I can’t believe you’ve been bringing MY grandchildren around that woman! They are my grandchildren, not hers!” Josie shrugged her shoulder not caring about the semantics because in her mind it didn’t matter, “Maybe by blood, but I know when I leave Paisley or Jonah with her, I don’t feel a shred of worry, I don’t have to fear she’s going to call Paisley pudgy or try to bully her to do magic. I won’t hear s**t talking about how the kids are developing slow and are going to resent me for not knowing they should have the organic washing powder instead of a name brand.” No, instead of the critiques her mother gave easily, her stepmother would pra

