109. Make me an offer.

I can feel Duke's arms around me. The warmth and heaviness of his body is something I've gotten quite used to. Slowly I lift my lashes, the sun is rising and with it a brand new day. When I think of the dream I just woke up from, a smile curls up my face.

I know it was just a dream but even at that, I'm happy that he wasn't mad at me. I'm glad he was curious about my life just like he always was when he was alive. If grandpa was alive, he would have acted exactly the same, right? He wouldn't have been mad at me for doubting and hating him over the past months, right?

I'm glad I dreamt of him… It made my heart feel a lot lighter. It made me feel like grandpa was really telling me to not feel guilty about it all.

I know this might sound like I'm just trying to lift the weight of guilt off my shoulder but it's not like that. I'm sincerely happy I had that dream.

"How was it? Did you get to meet him?" Duke asks me over the phone.