Kory
“My little boy!”
God, she's always like this. Anybody would think I never came home. I've only been gone six months for Chrissakes.
“Mom, seriously.” Finally, I manage to pry her off me. I wouldn't mind all the hugs and kisses if I was that kind of guy. But I'm thirty-four years old. Why on this earth would I want my mother slobbering all over me?
Okay, slobbering might be a little far, but still.
My mother is the local high school principal, and my father is the town sheriff. I have a younger brother, Greg, who's two years my junior and won't be here today. He decided to stay in Seattle, too busy with work to follow me down here. More like he didn't want to leave his wife and little boy, Dean. Becoming a father has really changed him for the better.
Then, I have four little sis
