squeezed so hard it hurt. Hazel’s drawing crinkled in the gift bag as she clutched it tighter.

Grandpa’s gaze finally landed on me. There was something in his eyes that wasn’t cruelty. It wasn’t approval either. It was… complicated. Like he was holding something back. Like he was watching for something.

Then he looked away again, back to the room, and continue reading …

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