Miranda nodded. “It does.”“Aunt Sienna drew it with me,” Mia said happily.Just then, Mrs. Gibson Sr.’s voice drifted down from upstairs. “Miranda’s here?”“Grandma,” Miranda called back in greeting.“Miranda, are you in a hurry to leave? If not, come upstairs and sit with me for a little while,” Mrs. Gibson Sr. said.Miranda glanced at the time. “Another day, Grandma. It’s getting late, and Mia still has school tomorrow.”“All right. Sienna, walk them out for me,” Mrs. Gibson Sr. said gently, without pressing.“I’ll take her out,” Susan said, then came over and took Mia’s hand.When they reached the car, Miranda helped Mia into the back seat. As she turned around, she saw Susan standing there with tears running down her face. Miranda paused.“Mrs. Gibson, what is it?”“Miranda...” Susan covered her face, her voice breaking. “Over the years, I did too many things that hurt you. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I can’t forgive myself either. I don’t even know how to make
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