Grandma May simply had too many grandsons.
“No. Nana didn’t say anything bad about you. You shouldn’t think of Nana that way.”
Camryn flashed a smile at Grandma May as she spoke to Callum.
Grandma May deliberately raised her voice. “Callum loved wetting the bed when he was young, Camryn. He still did it even when he was five or six years old. He always said he was looking for a bathroom in his dreams and only cared about relieving himself once he found one.”
“Nana!” Callum yelled into the