It should have been a relief. It is a miracle, I must say, but the spin has come too quickly. Too soon.I jolted to my feet upon his brief, and gentle introduction. His voice is coarse with age. Yet thick, in a way that sounds like a rasp from a man who's been coughing all his life. I stash it away at the back of my mind, embracing the sense of ownership that washes over me, spreading to cover my upper body. My heartbeat fell into a soft lull in my ears, like cool music on the stereo playing on a summer evening.He's my grandfather. “ Mine,” I thought while we went on speaking. He suggested we meet…alone.That is when it hammered into my head, ringing like an old church bell. Sharp, tight, and unchecked. An alarm that this…this reunion may not end well.I went up to Aaron unsure of how to begin. Unsure of what to say right at that moment. Unsure if he wouldn't disapprove. This is my family, my problem. Nothing else should matter. Nothing else. But that doesn't include my Aaron. He
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