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Everything seemed to happen so fast. This minute, I was in a confrontation with Everett, and the next, Grandma Jo appeared out of nowhere, insisting I follow her to her room.
Her words left me with no chance to argue, let alone to turn her down.
I wasn’t ready for those lengthy sermons of hers, not tonight. My heart still carried the sting of Everett’s sharp words. Still, deep down, I knew I had to honor her invitation. Refusing Grandma Jo wasn’t an option—not when she could look at you with that quiet authority that left no room for protest.
So, I followed quietly behind her, my heart racing with each step down the corridor. The silence of the house made every sound echo—my heartbeat, the soft shuffle of her slippers, the weight of my own thoughts pressing hard against me.
When
