Chapter 37
It was Josette who had nursed Rebecca tirelessly in the hospital.
Memories cascaded through her mind, including Vance’s marriage proposal. Her parents had rejoiced that a disabled daughter could land a golden ticket. They had obsessed over his fortune and thought nothing of her.
Only Josette had clasped Rebecca’s hand, whispering, “No matter what, always love yourself most.”
She had foreseen the mismatch but couldn’t halt it.
Gazing out the cab window, Rebecca’s eyes stung. “I’m sorry, Grandma. I didn’t love myself well.”
By arrival, night had fallen. Josette’s house glowed with warm lights, a beacon soothing Rebecca’s weary
heart. Tears welled unbidden.
She got out of the cab, crossed the yard, and knocked.
“Who is it?” Josette asked, approaching the door.
Upon seeing Rebecca, her eyes sparkled with joy. “Becky? What brings you here?”
Rebecca’s eyes burned anew. Fearing tears might alarm Josette, Rebecca enveloped her in a hug, whining playfully, “Grandma, I saw the grapes you sent, and I missed you so much.”
“You silly girl.” Josette beamed, glancing behind her and noting Vance’s absence. “You came alone?”
“Yeah! Vance is busy, so I came by myself,” Rebecca lied, linking arms as they entered. “Grandma, I’m starving. Got anything to eat?”
“What would you like?” Josette chuckled.
“Your pasta with meat sauce,” she replied.
In her twenty–something years, only with Josette could she speak so freely.
“Coming right up.” Josette bustled to the kitchen happily.


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