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I was standing in Grandma’s laundry room, folding the same quilted blankets she’d used for years, when my phone buzzed. The house still smelled like her—lavender, cedar,…
I was folding Grandma’s blankets when my sister texted the money cleared and we just landed in Santorini. I smiled, set the laundry down, and said good thing I emptied the account the night before. When they reached the front desk of the villa, everything fell apart.
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