I should’ve known my grandma was up to something when she started spending hours on her laptop. Little did I know, her secret plan would bring an unexpected guest back into my life, opening old wounds and forcing me to confront my deepest fears.
At first, I thought she was just watching those cheesy soap operas she loves, but then I saw the twinkle in her eye — the same one she got when she was scheming.
One evening, I caught her giggling like a schoolgirl. “Gran, what’s so funny?” I asked.
She quickly closed the laptop. “Nothing, dear. Just chatting with an old friend.”
I wasn’t convinced. “Uh-huh. Which friend?”
“Oh, you wouldn’t know her,” she said, her voice a bit too cheerful.
A few days later, Gran announced, “We’re having a special guest over for dinner tomorrow. I want you to be here.”
The next evening, as I was setting the table, the doorbell rang. I went to answer it, and there he was — Jason. My first love, standing at my doorstep.
“Jason?” I managed to say.
“Hey, Sophia,” he replied, looking just as surprised as I felt. “Long time no see.”
Gran appeared behind me, her eyes sparkling. “Surprise!”
