“Well, you didn’t go to Paris fifty years ago, and you were scared to come here, too,” I said. “So… do you want to see Todd or not?”
She didn’t answer.
“Please,” Justin said. “I just want to make my grandfather happy.”
I took a breath.
“We’ll go,” I said. “Someone should get to be in love on Valentine’s Day.”
Justin smiled. “Oh, tell me about it.”
We arrived at Todd’s building.
Justin led us to the apartment and knocked on the door.
“Grandpa, it’s me!” he called out.
A voice came from inside. “I’m coming!”
Justin turned to me and pulled me aside. My grandmother stood alone in front of the door.
The knob turned.
The door opened.
A man stepped out. His hair was gray, his posture slightly hunched. His face changed the moment he saw her.
“Mary…” he whispered.
I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand.
Even Justin looked stunned.
“You remember me,” my grandmother said softly.
Todd’s eyes filled with emotion. “How could I ever forget?”
They stood frozen, staring at each other. Neither spoke.
Then, Todd stepped forward and pulled my grandmother into his arms.
She let out a small sob as she clung to him.
Justin turned to me. “We did good,” he said. “You convinced Mary to come, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“We make a good team,” he grinned.
“Maybe we should celebrate over dinner?”
I smiled. “We’ll see.”
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