Mira's POV
Grandma's eyes opened slightly, a small gesture that would have meant almost nothing before but now I felt my heart rise with each flutter of her eyelids.
Finally she turned to me, her expression asking all the questions she couldn't say. I held back my tears as I watched the woman who built and ached for me when everyone had left… the woman who cared when all turned their backs.
“There… there sweetheart.” Grandma cupped my chin with her palm and I held back a wince, which was easy because her comforting touch eased the pain. “I'm so sorry for letting all this happen, I.. I didn't know.”
I quickly grasped her hand, trying to think of what to say to placate her. I didn't want her to blame herself for what they had done or for them using her to do it – it wasn't her fault tha
