PHOEBEAfter the argument with Mom, I stayed back in Grandma’s room, breathing hard. My chest felt tight. I didn’t even realize I was shaking until Grandma placed her hand gently on mine.“Sweetheart,” she said softly, her voice like warm tea, “take a deep breath.”I blinked and tried to slow down my breathing, but my throat felt like it was closing. “Why does she have to be like that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “She doesn’t even know him that much.”Grandma looked at me with those calm eyes of hers, full of understanding. “Your mother is worried. That’s all. She just wants the best for you.”“Then she should trust me,” I said, my voice rising before I caught myself. “I’ve never done anything crazy before. I’ve always listened. Why is this so different?”“She’s scared,” Grandma said. “Sometimes fear makes people say the wrong things. Sometimes love comes out sounding like control.”I swallowed hard and looked down at our hands. Her fingers were warm and steady around m
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