“Grandma, don’t start the car! Please, don’t!”
His cry stopped me.
I could barely whisper, “Why? What’s happening?”
He squeezed my hand so hard it hurt.
“Trust me. We have to go. Now.”
As we drove down the driveway, my phone started to vibrate—first my kids, then the others.
“Don’t answer, Grandma!” he begged.
And then I felt… a terrifying truth that ran through my entire body.
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