“Stop pacing, Katrina. You’re going to burn a hole in the floor,” Grams said and chuckled.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m just super nervous. What if they don’t like me?”

“They will love you,” Grams said and rolled her eyes.

“You sound so sure.”

“As warm, creative, kind, and amazing as you are, I am sure.” Grams smiled weakly at me.

I sighed and knelt in front of her. “Grams, you look off. Are you okay? Maybe you should see a ...