Alya POV
“Alya. John. Grandpa didn’t make it.”
I must have heard it wrong, so I asked what he meant, giving John a quick glance to see if he understood what Dad had said. John’s eyebrows were crossed as he stared at his phone on the table.
“Dad, I’m sorry. What do you mean?” I was really hoping I heard it wrong or misunderstood what Dad said. I took a deep breath, preparing for the worst.
“Grandpa Jericho… is gone. He suffered multiple cardiac arrests while on the way to the hospital. We just got here at the hospital a few minutes ago. He suffered another arrest and he did not make it. His heart was too weak.” Dad’s voice sounded broken.
“Dad, that can’t be. How could that be?” I asked more to myself.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. His heart was too weak.”
I stood up from the dining table
