She smiled even wider.
“Good. Because I have something special planned!”
I shook my head affectionately.
Some things never changed.
She was still the same woman who'd baked cookies for me when I was little.
The same woman who'd taught me how to plant roses.
The same woman who'd told me bedtime stories whenever Mom worked late.
But now, when I looked at her, I saw something more.
Not just my neighbor.
Not just the woman I'd rescued.
My grandmother.
And as I watched her close the window, I realized that the happiest ending of all wasn't finding a hidden fortune or watching criminals lose their power.
It was discovering that a love I'd known my entire life had been waiting for its proper name.
THE END.
