Lana Smalls Grandpa !!better!! ⭐

"Good," Silas said softly. "Being scared means you have something to lose. It means you're alive. But being brave isn't about not being scared. It's about being terrified and doing the right thing anyway."

“You were thinking it,” he says, and the corner of his mouth twitches. “Electricity lies. Fire tells the truth.” lana smalls grandpa

"For your pocket," he said. "So you always remember that you don't need to push the darkness away. You just need to shine." "Good," Silas said softly

Silas sat down heavily in a wooden chair. He was breathing hard, inspecting a scrape on his elbow. He looked at Lana. She was shivering now, the adrenaline fading. But being brave isn't about not being scared

Three years ago, they were soft, pale, tipped with chipped glitter nail polish. Today, they are a roadmap of her summers. A thin white scar across her thumb from a fishing hook. Calluses on her palms from hauling firewood. A permanent smudge of graphite on her index finger—not from a stylus, but from a carpenter’s pencil.

Lana puts the phone face-down on the table.