We talked for hours, and when we finally hugged goodbye outside the cafe, it felt like that deep, final, satisfying click of a puzzle piece locking into place.
I had found the answer to Evelyn’s oldest question.
Every single time she laughs, and I hear that slight, throaty catch that reminds me so much of Grandma, I feel like I finally finished the one thing Evelyn never could.
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