Sarah

“It isn’t that serious,” I tell Blake and Liam as they blink at me, their faces dappled with mud and their knees stained with grass. “But I’ve had enough of the fighting. You’re too old for this, especially you, Blake.” I fix my oldest son with a look I’ve had fourteen years to perfect.

Blake, now a teenager, purses his lips and frowns. “He’s been harassing me all day–”

“You were supposed to be helping me clean the garage,” Liam, thirteen, bites out.

I feel the tension beginning to boil between them and clear my throat. “Both of you, enough.”

“Mom–”

“You’re both already grounded,” I edge, crossing my...