Greta always turned to her stars and crystals for advice.
“I think she was right, Gramps.”
I brushed it off, but something shifted after that.
Greta looked Sean up on social media that night.
By the end of the week, they were back in touch.
And not long after that, they were together again.
Sean.
The same Sean, no job, three kids with three women, and a temper that could sour a room.
That Sean.
I tried not to panic. “You’re seeing him again?” I asked gently, hoping I’d misunderstood.
Greta nodded. “It feels like…
like it’s meant to be.”
I just stared at her.
“Greta, honey, you said yourself…” I began.
“That he made you cry every week of senior year.”
“I know,” she said quickly. “But that was before.
And people change, Gramps. We have to remember that.”
I rubbed my jaw.
“You sure it’s not just the prophecy playing tricks on your heart?”
