But my heart soars at the sight of that old bag—both of them.
“Gram!” I cross the kitchen in an instant and wrap her in a fierce hug.
She stumbles back on her heels. “You’re gonna knock an old lady over. If you break my hip, they’ll lock you up again. Jail isn’t kind to people who assault the elderly.”
I laugh, tears brimming in my eyes. It’s so good to see a familiar face after the couple days I’ve had. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t call me.” She pushes me away and swats my arm. “What in the hell were you thinking, going to jail and not phoning me? I should have been your first call!”
Officer Rooney didn’t let me call anyone. I was bustled through the back door of the precinct and straight into a holding cell. But I keep that information to myself.
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