you saw the world.”
Isabelle and James, both glued to their phones, sat at the dining table, earbuds dangling, texting their friends about shopping in London and taking selfies in Paris.
My grandmother sat in her favorite armchair, fingers twisting the hem of her sweater. She shook her head gently.
“I’m old,” she said, voice soft. “My health isn’t what it used to be. I don’t know if a trip that far is a good idea.”
My father didn’t back off.
“We’ll be with you,” he said quickly. “We’ll take