Ian and I arrived at the hospital.Leon lay in bed. He had become so thin he was little more than skin and bone.The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up."Naomi, you're here."I walked over and took his hand.It was cold, thin, and covered in age spots."Grandpa, I came to see you.""Sweetheart, the Gibson family wronged you. I wronged you." Tears trickled down his cheeks."Grandpa, none of this was your fault." I squeezed his hand gently."None of it."He took a shaky breath before slowly turning to face Ian.For a long time, he simply looked at him. Finally, he nodded."Good. Good. You have someone taking care of you now. That gives me peace of mind."After a pause, he added, "That useless grandson of mine doesn't deserve you."Don't forgive him. Don't look back. Go live your life."Tears slipped down my cheeks and landed on the back of his frail hand."Naomi, live well."He slowly closed his eyes.His hand was still in mine, but he no longer had the strength to squee
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