Page 71 of Fourteen of a Kind

He slipped the beautiful diamond on her finger and hugged her tight. We all clapped and shouted with happiness as we congratulated them again.

“Did you eat? There’s plenty of food,” I asked Graham.

“I haven’t.”

“Come on. Let’s get you a plate.” I smiled.

I walked over to the bar and poured him a beer.

“Mom, what is wrong with you?” I heard Simon say.

Setting the beer down, I walked over to where my grandmother stood, talking to her sons.

“What’s going on?” I said, and the brewhouse went dead silent.

“She’s talking crazy,” Simon said.

“I’m not crazy. I told you to come home after school, but you didn’t listen. You’re just like your father. He’s poisoning you against me! He’s spreading lies when he’s the one who’s always lying.”

“Mom, enough,” Sam said.

“Grandma.” I hooked my arm around her and looked at my grandfather.

“My boys are all I have, and he’s corrupting their minds. He’s turning them against me.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Simon shouted.

“No, Grandma, he’s not. He’s long gone. Look. Your family is all here, and we love you very much.” My grip around her tightened.

“Your mother is a whore!” She looked at Shaun.

“Mom!” Stefan said.

“You better take her home, Grandpa. I’ll stop by after and check on her.”

“Come on, darling. I’m taking you home. The boys are just fine.”

“I want them home with me, not with him,” she said.

“They’ll be home soon. I promise.” He walked her out of the brewhouse.

“Does anyone want to explain what the fuck just happened?” Simon shouted.

I inhaled a deep breath.

“She has late-onset Alzheimer’s,” I said.

“What?” Sebastian’s brows furrowed.

“I made her come to the hospital last week for an MRI.”

“And why are we just hearing about this now?” Simon asked.

“Because she wasn’t ready to tell you yet. But now, I had no choice after what she just did.”

“Jesus Christ,” Sam said.

“Shaun, she didn’t mean what she said.” I looked at him.

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