It scared the hell out of me because I’d spent three decades making sure it stayed dead.
“Marissa.”
“And your grandma,” I said gently. “Is she home?”
She nodded. “She gets tired a lot.
Sometimes she can’t even get out of her chair.”
I hesitated only a second.
Maybe I should have thought it through more. Maybe I should have worried about what people would think or how it might look, but I didn’t.
What I said next changed my life forever.
“Hey, I could go with you.
Just for today. If you want.”
Her face changed instantly. Like someone had flipped a light on inside her.
I nodded.
“If it’s okay with your grandma.”
She jumped up and grabbed my hand. Her fingers were small and warm, and she held on like she was afraid I might disappear if she loosened her grip.
We walked to her home, and she knocked on the door with her free hand.
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