They left my five-year-old grandson outside in the cold for four hours as punishment

I walked to the door, opened it wide, and called my grandson inside.

He stepped in carefully, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to.

I took off my coat and wrapped it around him. His little hands were ice cold. I picked him up, and he melted into me, still shaking.

“Go sit by the fireplace,” I told him gently.

Jessica’s voice turned sharp. “You’re overreacting.”