Describing Chicago as dizzy is not that far off the mark.
Helen's optimism and joie de vivre makes Sarah smiles, even as she opens up her sketchpad and starts to consider the lines she will draw and the shades she will use. She's about to comment on this grandfather of hers, until Helen says that name.
She says that name and her heart almost gets caught in her throat.
Lifting her gaze back up again, she studies Helen more closely. The double of her mom. A part of her is unwilling to believe. A greater part of her starts to hope. "Grandpa Fletch? You mean ... Fletcher?"
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Helen's optimism and joie de vivre makes Sarah smiles, even as she opens up her sketchpad and starts to consider the lines she will draw and the shades she will use. She's about to comment on this grandfather of hers, until Helen says that name.
She says that name and her heart almost gets caught in her throat.
Lifting her gaze back up again, she studies Helen more closely. The double of her mom. A part of her is unwilling to believe. A greater part of her starts to hope. "Grandpa Fletch? You mean ... Fletcher?"