CHAPTER 17. Memory Lane

Josie's POV

The words spoken by the woman before me left me reeling.

Wasn't she the same person who had advised my grandfather to rebuild his life without my grandmother? After allowing her to have her moment of laughter, I peered into her almond-shaped eyes, a deep shade of hazel, with all the seriousness I could muster.

"This is not funny. I demand an explanation," I stated, struggling to contain my curiosity and anger.

"Alright, there is no need for you to get worked up. It would be better if I showed you," she replied, extending her arms towards me with her palms up, waiting for me to place my hand in hers.

"Come on, I won't bite. This may weaken me for a few hours, but it will be worth it," she reassured me. Still unsure, I tentatively placed my hand in hers. I felt a warmth emanating from her hands, moving up my arms and into my head.

My eyes closed on their own, and instead of darkness, I saw a hazy scene that gradually became clearer with each passing second.

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