Abigail watched from the kitchen window, Jack in her arms as her husband, John and you, his brother, argued.

You had been staying with them for awhile and apparently you had done something to annoy John enough for him to kick you out.

But when she saw John about to raise his hands to you, she immediately stepped outside and hurried over to you both.

“Stop it, you damn fools!” Abigail snapped exactly how a mother would. “You’re brothers! Not enemies!” She hissed and swatted Johns hands away.