“I hope we didn’t wake you.” He looked thoughtful. “Your granddaughter was giving me the verbal beating I deserved. I apologize.” My heart pitter-pattered a little, but then my grandma laughed. “Perhaps deserved,” she said. “And perhaps she has my short temper.” I leveled her a look. Settling back down into her bed, she took her mask off the hook, holding it. “It was a long time before I met someone who could take me,” she explained. “That’s the thing about broken people, Guillaume. If we ever give you our heart, then you know that you deserve it.” Tears welled in me, but only for a moment.
