After an accident that turned my life upside down, Grandpa worked himself to death sewing quilts to pay for my treatment. I thought his sacrifice proved he was ready to do anything for me. Then a stranger recognized an old dress of Mom's, and I understood that love could protect you while hiding the truth from you.
My grandfather's hands were still resting on my wheelchair when the motorcyclist pointed at me and said, "You told me my daughter was dead."
The flea market fell silent.
A customer lowered the duvet she was holding. Someone at the next table stopped folding their boxes. Tessa, my best friend before the accident, was standing behind me, her hands pressed against her mouth.
I looked up at grandpa.
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