At sixty-three, I believed I had already faced every kind of fear life could offer.
I had lived through layoffs, rising debts, hospital waiting rooms, and long nights wondering how to keep everything together. Fear, to me, had become familiar—something worn down by time, something manageable.
Or so I thought.
That illusion shattered the moment my granddaughter spoke.
It was …
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