Alive to Resent Me

Bryce’s POV

“What were you thinking, talking to her about the kids?” I asked Mom, after leading her to my small office on the plane. The small room had a desk and two chairs, a television on the wall, and, most importantly, a door that closed to keep our conversation private.

“All I did was talk about my grandkids,” Mom said.

Dropping my voice lower, just in case, I whispered, “Those are her kids