She gave me a small, grateful smile, but the worry in her eyes lingered. “I hope so, Raina. I really do. He’s been through so much lately.”
“We all have,” I said gently, squeezing her shoulder. “But we’re going to get through this. Together.”
She nodded again, though her shoulders didn’t fully relax. “Thank you, dear. I just needed to say it out loud.”
I leaned in and gave her a quick hug, hoping it would offer some comfort. “Try to rest, Grandma. Grandpa will need you to stay strong for him.”
She patted my arm before stepping back. “You’re right. I’ll go sit with him for a while.”
I watched her retreat down the hallway, her steps slow and deliberate, before heading back upstairs. Even as I tried to convince myself that it was just a fever, unease settled in my stomach. Something felt...off. But I pushed the thought aside, telling myself that my grandfather would recover, just like he always did.
He had to.
As I stepped into my room, the first thing I wanted to do was freshen up and shake off the tension that had been clinging to me since the lake. I grabbed my robe, letting out a shaky breath. The events of the day replayed in my head, and I told myself that tomorrow had to be better. It had to be.
The piercing scream that shattered the quiet was enough to freeze my blood.
“Honey!” I heard my grandmother wail from down the hall.
Heart pounding, I threw on my robe and bolted out of my room, my feet skidding on the hardwood floor as I reached my grandparents’ room.
The scene before me stopped me cold. My grandmother was on the floor, her frail hands trembling as she cradled my grandfather’s head. His face was pale, his lips tinged blue, and dark red blood stained the sheets beneath him.
“Grandpa!” I shouted, rushing to their side. “What happened?”
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