I needed more time before finding out the truth about Grace. Time to prepare myself to hear about her life. She was so fucking beautiful. It had hurt to look at her. I wasn’t ready to talk about her, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from asking—from continuing the conversation. “Why would she do that?” “I suppose it brought her a little comfort. Made her feel like she was still connected to you. It wasn’t an easy thing for any of us to live through.” “Gram, I’m so sorry—” “Don’t you dare.” She cut me off, and her voice had an edge to it. “Sending you away was wrong, plain and simple. There was
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