« I found it hidden behind the old cabinet in the basement, » she said. « Grandma… Mom and Dad didn’t die that night. »
Grace was only four when my son and daughter-in-law died in a car accident. She barely remembered them and had been asking about them more frequently as she grew older.
I thought this was just a frightening escalation of her obsession with her deceased parents.
I was wrong.
« Grandma… Mom and Dad didn’t die that night. »
« Gracie, I’ve told you— »
« Just look at it, Grandma! »
She looked so serious that I decided to indulge her. I stepped away from the stove, where I’d been making pancakes for everyone, and sat down at the table.
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