I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

White. Quiet. No tractor sounds.

When it was delivered, she stood with her hand on the handle and cried into a dish towel because she didn’t know what else to do.

Ethan got stronger that year.

Not all at once.

Still not like magic.

But enough that he started talking about community college, then transferring, then maybe mechanical engineering if he didn’t continue reading …