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The photograph, tucked inside the family bible, showed Amelia and her grandmother laughing, their arms intertwined. Amelia traced the outline of her grandmother's face, a sharp pang hitting her. She should have visited more often. She should have listened more.

The house felt hollow, echoing with unspoken words. She'd been too busy with her own life, with work, with her friends. She hadn't made the time. She pushed the photograph back into the book, her hands trembling slightly. She wished she had.