The living room was empty.
At the end of the hallway, I heard voices coming from my father’s bedroom.
I approached quietly.
The door was slightly ajar.
At first, I heard my father’s voice.
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“Come here, Lily. A little closer.”
“Grandpa, I don’t know if we’re doing the right thing.”
“I promised you everything would be fine.”
“But what if Mom finds out?”
“That’s why we need to hurry.”
I froze.
Then I heard the sound of his wheelchair moving.
“Sit on my lap, just like when you were little,” my father said.
“Grandpa, I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“I know, sweetheart. But this is very important to me.”
My daughter’s voice trembled.
“I’m scared.”
“Don’t be afraid. No one will ever know what we’re going to do.”
My heart was pounding so violently that I thought I might faint.
