13
KACEY
Once inside, I quietly opened the door to my grandmother’s room and noticed her queen-sized bed was empty. Her white, quilted comforter was folded down perfectly on her bed like it was every day after she got up from a nap.
“Nana?” I called, opening her door the rest of the way. I found her sitting at the desk, scribbling away on a piece of paper. She hadn’t sat at that desk in months.
“Nana, what are you doing?” I gasped, strolling into the room. “I thought you were asleep?”
She slid her papers to the side and turned around, her warm chuckle making me smile. “Oh, dear child, no. I was never sleepy to begin with. I pretended to be so you and your friend could have some alone time.”
“Nana,” I shrieked. “It’s not like that with him. I only met him a couple of days ago.”
“That
