Grandma’s childhood home
Emma pulled to the roadside abruptly, forcing the car into park. Her hands trembled against the steering wheel as her thoughts raced. She closed her eyes, digging deep, forcing the puzzle into place. And then it hit her. She remembered the faded photograph she had studied as a child—her grandmother smiling in front of a farmhouse, sunlight catching her hair. Behind her, stretching into the distance, was that exact sandy driveway.
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