Grandma was still breathing when Aunt Linda reached for the ring. It happened in a way that was almost imperceptible, a subtle maneuver executed with the precision of someone who had practiced such gestures a thousand times in private. If you blinked, you would have missed it entirely. The action was so seamless it felt like a natural extension of the goodbye ritual, yet underneath it lay intent—an intent only I seemed to sense in that moment. The hospice room carried… CONTINUE READING…
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