JD didn't bother answering.
What was there to say, anyway? His love life was worse than a teen drama.
The boys tried to get words out of Jeffrey, but instead of indulging them, he simply got up and headed upstairs with two cans of beers, leaving the teens to speculate among themselves.
As he reached the landing, he spotted Joanne gently closing the door to her grandfather's room, book in hand. JD knew how sacred that room was to her—a space untouched, a quiet shrine to the man who raised her. Even he wasn't allowed in there.
But tonight, it seemed, was an exception.
"They wanted to sleep together," Joanne explained softly, offering a small, tired smile.
JD nodded. It made sense. After everything they'd been through, those kids needed the comfort of each other.
Joanne never liked letting people into her Papaw's room. Normally, she would've had them stay in JD's room instead. But tonight was different. Her grandfather would forgive her for it. She was sure of it.
