AnytaThe house was quiet that morning. Teddy lay on the living room floor, playing with his toy car. I sat on the couch, watching him, my heart so full I was sure it would burst. Every little laugh he made, every sound, every little movement of his tiny hands—was a symphony to my ears.I still couldn't wrap my head around him being home. Safe. Breathing. Laughing again.There was a gentle knock on the door. I tensed for a moment, my chest pounding. I remembered Everett's visit, his fury, his threats. But this knock was slower this time, hesitant, as if from one who wasn't in a hurry.I rose up from where I was and made my way to the door. When I opened it, my breath stopped."Grandma Jo," I whispered.She was standing in the doorway, wrapped in her shawl, her soft eyes on my face. The morning light enhanced her small size, her frailness, but her voice was strong."Child," she breathed, "may I enter?""Certainly." I stepped aside quickly.She entered, and the moment her gaze fell upon
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