I nodded, understanding in a way I hadn’t before.
“Promise me something,” Grandma said, taking my hand. “Don’t let this break you three apart forever.
Family is too precious for that.”
I couldn’t promise. Not yet. But I vowed something else to myself: never to let anyone I loved be locked out again.
Not by lies, not by silence, and not by the ones they trust most.
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