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The back door swung open.

And when I saw who stepped through, I gasped.

“Desiree?!”

She looked older, of course. Time had softened the edges of her face and added silver to her hair. But she carried herself the same way I remembered: straight-backed, composed, elegant without trying.

She was my grandmother’s best friend!

She looked older.

Desiree used to continue reading …