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When I tried to talk about it later, he waved me off.
“She raised me alone.
“I know, but…”
So I swallowed it. Again and again.
Then, my grandmother died.
She’d raised me after my parents passed away when I was seven. She was my anchor, my safe place, the person who taught me that love didn’t have to be loud to be real.
Losing her felt like losing my foundation.
When I found out she’d left me some money (not a fortune, but enough to feel life-changing), it felt like one last act of love from beyond.
Harry had an idea almost immediately.
“Why don’t you use it to buy a car?” he suggested.
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