Isabella -Logan insisted on driving, which, considering his track record of being annoyingly persistent, wasn’t a surprise. We made small talk on the way, though I was mostly preoccupied, mentally preparing for what lay ahead. Visiting Grandma was always bittersweet, like trying to hug a memory that kept slipping away.The nursing home was quiet as we walked in. Logan carried a small bouquet of flowers he’d insisted on picking up at the last minute.We found Grandma sitting in her favorite armchair near the window, a blanket draped over her lap. She was staring outside at the garden, her expression distant yet peaceful.“Hi, Grandma,” I said softly, kneeling beside her.Her head turned, and for a fleeting moment, I thought she recognized me. But then her expression shifted into one of warm familiarity, and she said, “Amy! There you are, darling. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.”Amy—my mother. My chest tightened, but I forced a smile and knelt beside her. “Hi, Mom,”
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