thicker than water. But true family doesn’t leave you sitting in a cold lobby.”
I reached over, squeezing her warm hand in mine.
“You’re never going back to a lobby again, Grandma.”
She patted my hand gently, looking out over her sunlit lawn, knowing with absolute certainty that she was finally, safely home.
PART 3: THE ACCOUNTING OF LOYALTY
The autumn wind rustled through the oak trees in the front yard, carrying the scent of dry leaves and damp earth.
Inside, the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed three times—a
