22 August 2026

At sixty-three, I believed I had already faced every kind of fear life could offer.

The question made no sense. Sophie loved staying with us. My daughter, Catherine, had left her with us while handling a crisis at the hospital. Everything had seemed normal.

Until now.

“Why?” I asked gently.

She swallowed hard.

“I heard Grandma talking last night,” she whispered.

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