My grandma didn’t say a word at first.

Lavender.

My grandma finally reached over and brushed a shaking hand across the yarn.

“She threw this away?” she asked quietly.

I nodded.

Grandma’s jaw tightened.

Now, my grandma wasn’t loud. She wasn’t the type to scream or slam doors. She was the kind of person who could silence a room just by standing up straighter.

And that’s exactly what she did.

She rose slowly from her chair, grabbed her purse, and said four words I’ll never forget.