She shifts and manages to pull me down so I’m curled up against her chest. Her hand smooths over my back, drawing soothing circles through my t-shirt. “Oh, how I wish he could,” she tells me, rubbing her cheek against my hair. “It really isn’t fair. You know I’d stay if I could.” “But it hurts?” I whisper in a small voice. “Yes. And I’m very, very tired.” “And you miss Grandpa,” I say, hiccupping. “I do. Very much so.” She tips my chin up with her fingers so she can meet my gaze. “But you guys have made the wait to see him again far, far better than I could’ve ever hoped for.”
