Grandma seemed stronger whenever he was there.
The nurses noticed.
We noticed.
Even her smile changed.
One afternoon, I found them holding hands while looking through an old photo album.
Grandma looked up at me.
“You know,” she said, “your dress was beautiful.”
Thomas laughed.
“It still is.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You always were charming.”
“And you always knew it.”
For a moment they looked exactly like teenagers.
Not two people in their seventies.
Just two kids who had somehow found each other again.
Late one evening, Thomas asked me something.
