Cloe POV
Today was worrying, especially when I first arrived at Grams. The memories of my last visit, or more specifically, the shooting, the warm welcome, and staying indoors for the day, eased the tension I had been building. We played games, I painted her nails, brushed her hair, anything she wanted, keeping her content and happy. Her mind today was scattered, moments of clarity, but mainly Grams was back in her youth, talking about dances, and meeting her husband for the first time. Giggling like a schoolgirl's crush, having forgotten she was actually married to the man.
"Jan? Can we have tea now?" I apparently looked like her old school friend, so while here, I was more often than not called Jan. It was easy to play along and give Grams what she needed.
By the time Gramps was bac
