Kaitlyn set the tray of coffees on the counter and shook her arms out of her coat, laying it across the back of the kitchen chair.
“Mom? Gramma?”
“In here,” came a muddled call from the back bedroom.
“I have coffee” she called back. “Want some?”
“Bring it with you.”
She entered the bedroom to find her grandmother perched in a rocking chair and
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I find this such a believable story. A secret. In these modern times, with the internet and DNA, these stories are becoming common. Great job telling this one!
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Thank you!
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I toyed with the idea of the baby having been adopted, but it was getting so long already, and that would have given me an entire other "chapter", if you will. Plus, I was coming down to the wire - well, the original wire before Gary extended the deadline. I think this might be one of the wordiest pieces I've written for Idol so far. :)
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