Chapter 95 Traces of Time

Grandma POV

"Ohh, my back…" I muttered, clamping my palm against my hip. I dragged my feet across the floorboards toward the wooden wardrobe in the corner.

Elena stopped right by the bedroom doorway. Her arms dropped to her sides as she watched me. "Should I come and help you, Grandma?"

"No, I am...

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