Karen’s scheme fell apart, and the truth finally came out.
When we moved back in, the first thing I did was replant Grandma’s rosebush in the backyard.
As I pressed the soil around its roots, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Peace.
Grandma may not have been there anymore.
But in her own quiet way, she had still protected us.
Even after she was gone.
Note: This story is a work of fiction created for storytelling purposes. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.
