Some Sort of Criminal

“We haven’t seen each other in five years, and the first thing you send me is a picture of a pregnancy test? In a text message?” Miriam stared at Maeve, her expression cold. “Have you completely lost your mind?”

“Grandmother—”

“Don’t you ‘Grandmother’ me,” Miriam snapped, taking a breath as she closed her eyes for a brief moment. “This isn’t a joke, Maeve. This is your future we’re talking about.