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before I heard footsteps behind me.
“Briana, wait.”
I turned.
It was Grandma, moving faster than I had seen her move in years, her cane clicking against the marble floor.
“Grandma, I’m sorry. I know that was—”
“Don’t apologize.”
She reached me and took my hand in both of hers. Her grip was stronger than I expected.
“I need to tell you something.”
We stepped continue reading …
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