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Brooke had built this wall between us.
“Grandma, where’s the Wi-Fi?” Aiden demanded.
“The modem is broken,” I lied. I’d unplugged it on purpose.
“What? No way!” He started screaming as if being tortured.
“Your mom is gone, Aiden,” I said. “And screaming isn’t going to bring the internet back.”
“You’re the worst grandmother in the world,” he spat. “That’s continue reading …
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