The Grand Entrance

She’s coming… She is coming.

I’ve been reciting this many times in my head.

The doors of the church opened. I felt relieved.

She’s here!

People gasped. I checked.

She’s standing at the door, wearing her favorite jeans and shirt and holding my brother’s hand.

I gasped and ran out of the church.

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