Then, she glanced out the window and frowned.

“Natalie,” she said slowly.

“Where exactly are we going?”

I tightened my grip on the wheel. “To the train station,” I said.

She raised an eyebrow. “Which train station?”

I cleared my throat.

“New York.”

Her head snapped toward me. “What?!”

“You need to meet Todd,” I said. “He remembered you even after all these years.”

Her face turned red.

“No way! Turn this car around!”

“No,” I said firmly.

She folded her arms and huffed. “Then I am not speaking to you anymore.” She turned her face toward the window, her lips pressed in a thin line.

The rest of the drive was silent.

She refused to look at me. I knew she was upset, but I also knew she needed this.

When we finally arrived at the train station, I parked the car and turned to her. “Come on,” I said.

She didn’t move.

“Grandma.”

Still nothing.

I sighed.

“You might be stubborn, but so am I,” I said.

She turned, narrowed her eyes, then slowly got out of the car. I took her arm, guiding her inside.

The station was busy, filled with people rushing in different directions. I scanned the crowd, searching for a man in his seventies.

My heart pounded.

But I saw no one.

My grandmother let out a deep breath. “He’s not coming,” she said. “He probably wanted to get back at me for not showing up all those years ago.”

I didn’t want to believe it, but the longer we stood there without seeing Todd, the more I started to doubt he would come.

But then a man around my age walked toward us.

He looked nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Are you Mary?” he asked.

My grandmother straightened. “Yes. Who are you, young man?”

“My name is Justin.

I’m Todd’s grandson,” he said. “I sent you the letter.”

My mouth fell open. “What?!

Does Todd even know about this?”

Justin hesitated. “No,” he admitted. “But he told me the story.

He said he had spent his whole life regretting that he never found you. I couldn’t sit back and do nothing. So I found you, Natalie, and then I found Mary through you.”

I threw my hands up.

“So we came all this way for nothing?!”

“No,” Justin said quickly. “My grandfather wants to see Mary. But he’s afraid she won’t want to see him.”

My grandmother shook her head.

“I told you we shouldn’t have come.” She turned to leave.

“Wait,” I said. “How do I know Todd won’t just slam the door in my grandmother’s face?”

Justin’s eyes softened. “He won’t,” he said.

“Every word in that letter was his. I just wrote it because he didn’t have the courage to.”

My grandmother scoffed. “If he really wanted this, he would have written it himself.”

I crossed my arms.

“Well, you didn’t go to Paris fifty years ago, and you were scared to come here, too,” I said. “So… do you want to see Todd or not?”

She didn’t answer.

“Please,” Justin said. “I just want to make my grandfather happy.”

I took a breath.

“We’ll go,” I said. “Someone should get to be in love on Valentine’s Day.”

Justin smiled. “Oh, tell me about it.”

We arrived at Todd’s building.

Justin led us to the apartment and knocked on the door.

“Grandpa, it’s me!” he called out.

A voice came from inside. “I’m coming!”

Justin turned to me and pulled me aside. My grandmother stood alone in front of the door.

The knob turned.

The door opened.

A man stepped out. His hair was gray, his posture slightly hunched. His face changed the moment he saw her.

“Mary…” he whispered.

I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand.

Even Justin looked stunned.

“You remember me,” my grandmother said softly.

Todd’s eyes filled with emotion. “How could I ever forget?”

They stood frozen, staring at each other. Neither spoke.

Then, Todd stepped forward and pulled my grandmother into his arms.

She let out a small sob as she clung to him.

Justin turned to me. “We did good,” he said. “You convinced Mary to come, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“We make a good team,” he grinned.

“Maybe we should celebrate over dinner?”

I smiled. “We’ll see.”

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