I stroked his hair. “Sweetheart, you’ve been sleeping here?”
He nodded.
“Why aren’t you at home with Aunt Lisa?” PlanFamily Trips
At my daughter’s name, his entire body went rigid.
Instead of answering, Walter glanced toward the door. His expression changed.
He moved closer and whispered into my ear. “Granny, next time Aunt comes, pretend you’re still asleep.”
I stared at him. “Why?”
He squeezed my hand painfully tight. “Please. Then you’ll understand why I haven’t left you. You need to hear what she says when she thinks you’re asleep.”
Before I could ask anything else, footsteps stopped outside.
Walter’s eyes widened. “Granny. She’s coming.”
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