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My grandmother did not.
I told myself I was imagining it.
Weeks later, when the results finally arrived, I opened them casually in my parents’ living room while my sister Ava leaned over my shoulder. Within seconds, her face drained of color.
Before I could answer, my mother rushed across the room and snatched the laptop from her hands. My father stood up so abruptly his chair struck the wall behind him.
Then came the sentence that shattered everything I thought I understood about my life:
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