I paused outside my grandmother’s room, my hand hovering just above the door. For a moment, I couldn’t bring myself to move. The hallway felt unusually quiet, and in that silence, every doubt I had followed me like a shadow.I exhaled slowly, gathering myself, then knocked once before pushing the door open.The soft glow of a laptop screen greeted me. Grandma sat behind her desk, her posture straight, fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. Her attention was fully fixed on her work, her expression serious and composed. Papers were neatly arranged beside her, untouched tea growing cold near her hand.She didn’t notice me right away.For a few seconds, I simply stood there, watching her.She hadn’t changed at all.Still sharp. Still intimidating most quietly.“Grandma,” I called, my voice softer than I expected. “They said you were asking for me.”Her typing slowed, then stopped completely. She lifted her gaze
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