Parker and I sat at the kitchen table the next morning, looking like survivors of the zombie apocalypse. I hadn’t slept much at all and, from the looks of her, Parker hadn’t either. We sipped our coffee silently, lost in our own thoughts, until a brisk knock at the door shook both of us out of our stupor. Parker shuffled over to unlock it, admitting the tiniest tornado in South Carolina.
“Well there you are, I was starting to…Vivian! Oh my stars! Oh my…” In the next second, I was wrapped in Gran’s arms. Just like being under the quilt the night before, I felt another piece of myself come back home.
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