I could bring her water.
I could hold her hand when she was frightened.
I could make sure she never woke in the darkness wondering whether anyone was still there.
And Susan’s family could make their own choice too.
Over the next several days, they kept coming back.
Greg stopped discussing property.
Laura rearranged her schedule so she could spend afternoons with her grandmother.
Marcy brought meals and helped with laundry.
There were awkward silences.
There were old resentments Susan refused to pretend didn’t exist.
But there were conversations too.
Real ones.
The kind they should have had years earlier.
One afternoon, Laura sat beside Susan and apologized again for staying away so long.
Susan reached for her granddaughter’s hand.
“I’m not asking you to erase the last five years,” she said. “You can’t. Just don’t waste whatever time is left trying to explain them.”