Jameson
I had no clue how to explain what was going on with Grace. Yes, I knew she had a bacterial infection. The kind that eats away at your flesh, but I didn’t know anything beyond that. As I went to tell her this, my grandfather decided to school me on the subject.
So there we were. Standing together in the middle of my mind. It didn’t happen like this very often, but when it did, I knew I had better pay close attention.
“Jameson, I am so proud of the man you are becoming. Nay, the king you are becoming,” Grandfather James stated with nothing but immense pride swirling in his sea-foam green eyes.
I hugged my grandfather for the first time in a while, and he hugged me back, letting me know it wasn’t just a dream. When I pulled away from the hug, I curiously asked, “Why are we
