Rose felt a lump in her throat. So then, the burden had been passed to Hope too. She knew that now. Her own closed heart had repercussions that she had never imagined. She was responsible for all of it. But how could she tell Hope that love did exist, that it had the power to change everything? She couldn’t. So instead, she cleared her throat and tried to focus on the present. “There is nothing wrong with you, dear,” she told her granddaughter. Hope glanced at her grandmother and looked away. “But what if there is?” she asked softly. “You must not blame yourself,” Rose said. “Some things are
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