“He just doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy you want around the kids. You are usually so picky,” she said.
And she was right. I had always shielded and protected them from any outside force that would interfere with their little bubblegum paradise. And bringing Miles into my world and theirs didn’t make any more sense to me than it did to Mom. I couldn’t track or justify my reasoning, but still I did not put an end to the confusion that was becoming obvious to my family.