My 101-Year-Old Grandmother Hadn’t Left Bed in Two Years – She Came to My Daughter’s First Birthday with a Locked Red Suitcase

She hadn’t brought a purse.

She had brought one strange little suitcase that looked older than my parents.

Bryce noticed it too.

“What is that?” he murmured.

“No idea.”

“Maybe she brought Sophie a present.”

“If she did, she wrapped it like evidence.”

He laughed.

I didn’t.

The attendants rolled Grandma toward us, and I hurried outside.

“Grandma.”

Her eyes moved over my face.

“Don’t make that face.”

“What face?”

“The one where you’re deciding whether I’m about to die.”

I swallowed.

“I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

I bent down and kissed her cheek.

She smelled faintly of lavender powder.

For one brief second, I was eight years old again.

Then Bryce stepped forward.

“Good to see you, Evelyn.”

She looked him over carefully.

“You’ve gotten thinner.”

Bryce blinked.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t one.”

I laughed.

He smiled too.

Then his eyes returned to the suitcase.

“Here,