TEN YEARS LATER
A decade passed.
I worked my way through school. Scholarships. Loans. Long nights. Part-time jobs.
Eventually, I became a lawyer.
Not the glamorous kind—legal aid.
The kind who sits across from people who can’t afford to lose.
One afternoon, I picked up an intake form.
And froze.
The name.
Ms. Grennan.
It couldn’t be.
THE DOOR THAT OPENED AGAIN
When she walked into my office, time folded in on itself.
She looked older, thinner, worn around the edges.
She didn’t recognize me at first.
But when she did, her eyes widened.
And we hugged.
Tightly.
For a moment, I was 14 again.
Hungry. Quiet. Grateful.
