Then I heard a small voice.
“Grandpa…”
I glanced in the rearview mirror. Sophie sat in the back seat, unusually quiet.
Her face was pale—too pale. Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I asked.
Her voice trembled.
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Then I heard a small voice.
“Grandpa…”
I glanced in the rearview mirror. Sophie sat in the back seat, unusually quiet.
Her face was pale—too pale. Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I asked.
Her voice trembled.