Alessa POVWednesday nights had always belonged to my grandfather and me.It had started when I was fifteen, the year everything still felt predictable, when the world was small enough to fit inside our living room and problems could be muted with the remote control. We were on the couch then, just like we used to be, the lights dimmed low, the television on. My head was resting on his lap, and his fingers moved absently through my hair in that familiar rhythm that used to lull me to sleep when I was a child pretending I wasn’t tired.We were watching Grey’s Anatomy.It felt almost ridiculous that the show was still running, that the characters had lived through more disasters than any hospital reasonably should, yet somehow it made sense. We had started it together the night before I left for college. I remembered being too excited to sleep, pretending I wasn’t nervous about leaving home, and he had insisted we start something long, something that would force me to come back and fini
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