My Daughter-in-Law Threw Me Out of My Own Home and Told My Son It Was My Idea — But She Didn’t Know I Held a Dark Secret About Her

This is the most fun this street’s had since Mr. Jenkins mowed his lawn in cheetah-print boxers.”

I laughed, even though my chest ached. Pat leaned back.

“So, what’s our next step?”

“I don’t want a big fight. Not in court, not with Lach. I just can’t lose my grandkids.”

“Then we don’t fight loud.

We fight clever.”

I glanced out her window. My porch was still dark. “She’s hiding something.”

Pat grinned.

“I’ve seen her lately. Sneaky phone calls. Lights up like a kid when Lach’s away.”

“I’ll stay here and let her think I left quietly,” I said.

“While we figure out what Chloe’s really doing. Nana’s retired, but she’s not out of the game.”

We weren’t sure where to start. “She’s keeping secrets, sure,” I said, sipping coffee in Pat’s kitchen, “but she’s not shouting them from the rooftops.”

A day into our “detective work,” something caught our eye.

Pat’s window looks right at my house. She gasped and pointed. “There’s your gardener.”

“Brad?” I leaned closer.Continue reading…