The gym was so quiet you could hear the music skip when the DJ accidentally touched the controls.
My grandfather didn’t look at Amber right away.
He adjusted the microphone slightly with his left hand—the only side of his body he could fully control since the stroke. His right hand rested still on his lap, but his posture was steady. Calm. Like he had already lived through far worse than a teenage girl’s laughter.
I stepped forward instinctively. “Grandpa, you don’t have to—”
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