I looked at her and she looked at me. She was definitely crying now. No matter how many times she wiped her eyes, tears kept coming out.
I started to worry. "Do..."
"Don't. You don't have to if you don't want to." She cried.
Mr. Atkins wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He looked me in the eyes. "Don't let Grampa bully you."
"Bully?!" Grampa raised his voice while turning to face Mr. Atkins. "Are you taking this kid in or not? Isn't the whole point of adoption is to become his family?!" He started to cough again, turning red in the face.
Noah went up to the old man and rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. "We think Jake as family. He's just shy."
