They say prom night is supposed to be about glittering dresses, rented tuxedos, and pretending—just for one night—that everyone’s future is already figured out.
For me, it was never going to be like that.
I’m eighteen, and my entire world fits into one small apartment and one aging woman with silver hair and tired hands. My grandmother, Doris, is the …
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