I stared at the man on the bed, trying to link him to the grandpa that Bryce described. But I won't lie, it was hard. Though he was in hospital clothes, he carried the outfit with so much style, that one would think he was in a designer's outfit. His face carried a bit of paleness to it, but it could easily be missed when he laughed, which was exactly what he was doing now as he watched the small TV hung on his room's wall.
From what Bryce told me in our car ride here, he was 76, but looking at him now, I could say he would easily pass for a man of 60. He finally tore his eyes away from the TV screen and turned to stare at us.
A broad smile instantly lit up his slightly wrinkled face.
"Bryce," he cried happily, obviously surprised at his new visitor.
"Hey JJ," Bryce greeted w
