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” he said, voice thick with grief, “your grandmother passed last night. Peacefully.”
The news hit me like a punch. I hadn’t visited her in months, too wrapped up in my anger at the rest of the family to separate her from them.
“When’s the funeral?” I asked.
“Saturday. At her church. Ten a.m.”
“I’ll be there.”
Zara came with me. Dr. Woo squeezed me into continue reading …
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