“So, when are you going to take over our company, Katherine? Don’t tell me you’ll just let someone else manage it.” Grandpa’s voice cut through the quiet clatter of cutlery, stern and deliberate, as we began to eat.
I stilled for a second, my fork hovering above my plate. We were in his hospital room again—my second home these days. Ever since he woke from his coma, I’d been practically living here. Morning visits turned into late nights, and on weekends, I often slept in the reclining chair by his bed just so he wouldn’t wake up alone.
Javier, on the other hand, was oceans away. Off in another country, buried in meetings and negotiations, gone for two long weeks. Without him around, I had nowhere else to be after my visits. So I stayed.
“I will, Grandpa. Maybe soon,” I answered, forcin
