|Katherine|
“So… tell me about the man I’m supposed to marry,” I asked Noel, my voice soft but unwavering, like someone bracing for a truth they couldn’t escape.
We were both seated in our usual places—the quiet receiving area inside Grandpa’s private room. Noel placed his leather briefcase gently on the coffee table, the sharp click of the lock disengaging echoed louder than it should have, cutting through the silence that hung thick between us.
The past few days had blurred into a haze of worry and sleepless nights. I had barely left Grandpa’s side, hoping for some miracle, some twitch of movement that would prove he was still fighting. Because after his last cardiac arrest, I think I lost it. And so, after how many days, the doctors finally spoke the words we had all been dreading.
