I Was About to Get Rid of My Grandma’s Armchair When Her Cat Revealed What She Had Been Hiding Inside All Along

crying.

She always knew what to say.

And now she was gone.

The house felt emptier every day.

Nora squeezed my hand before leaving.

“Call me if you need help.”

“I will.”

But I didn’t.

I kept working alone, maybe because it felt like the last thing I could do for Grandma.

A few days later, I finally reached the living room.

Everything else was finished.

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