A real laugh.
The kind I hadn’t heard from her in years.
As we walked toward security, she stopped.
“Wait.”
I turned.
She reached into her purse.
For one terrifying second, I thought she had forgotten something.
Instead, she pulled out a small yellow envelope.
The same envelope Grandpa had left twelve years earlier.
She handed it to me.
“Keep this.”
I opened it.
Inside was a copy of the original note.
