Good Intentions (part 8)

“Don’t worry about it,” Nana Lizzie said, her voice tight. “I’ll do it.”

Julia sat, hands folded on the table. “Thank you,” she murmured when Nana Lizzie placed a steaming plate of eggs, toast and bacon before her.

Her grandmother nodded and sat opposite, cradling a steaming mug of coffee.

Hungry as she was, Julia couldn’t eat. Her stomach was in knots. “Um,” she reached into her purse. “I have, uh, something…”

Nana Lizzie watched Julia place a thick hospital envelope on the table. Then her grandmother got up to refill her coffee mug. This wasn’t the reaction Julia had expected. She almost wished Nana Lizzie would yell, just to relieve some tension. “Aren’t you going to read it?” Julia’s voice shook.

“No.”

“You know what it is?”

“I can guess. It’s a letter from him, right?” Nana’s Lizzie’s voice oozed with contempt.

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