Laura's POV
The sound of my own breathing was the only thing that kept me grounded. My hands shook as I clutched the photograph of my grandmother, the one where she was smiling on her porch, the wind teasing the ends of her hair. I’d found it in the box of memories she’d left behind, tucked beneath her knitting.
I had spent the last few hours staring at the picture, trying to remember everything about her—her voice, her laugh, the way she always knew just the right thing to say. But now, all I could feel was the crushing weight of loss.
My phone buzzed for the fifth time, but I ignored it. I wasn’t ready to talk to anyone yet, especially not Antonio. The thought of his inevitable call sent a shiver through me. I didn’t know what I would say. I didn’t know what he would say.
Would he c
