The Empty Garage
The next day, Emma came running in.
“Grandpa, where’s your motorcycle?”
Walter knelt down. “I sold it, pumpkin. So you can get better.”
Her lip trembled. “Are you mad at me?”
He hugged her tight. “Never. You’re my whole world. Grandma would be proud of you.”
And in that moment, the empty garage didn’t feel so empty anymore.
