A Late-Night Text, A Red Convertible, And A Question That Changed Everything

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That night, I went to the cemetery for the first time since Grandma’s funeral.

The air smelled like wet grass and fading flowers. Late afternoon light slanted through the old oaks, casting long shadows across the headstones.

I found her marker under the oak tree at the far end, the one she’d always pointed at during our walks when she’d continue reading …