While Natalia's hospital suite was shrouded in tension,
Matilda's was lively and full of conversation.
“What did we have for lunch today?” she mused out loud, straining her brain to remember.
“Porridge… No, that's not it. It was noodles, right?”
Owen nodded, a gentle smile on his face.
“That's right.”
Grandma Matilda beamed proudly.
“See, I told you I'm fine. My mind is sharp as ever.”
Owen remained silent.
His smile was hollow.
They'd eaten rice for lunch, but Matilda had forgotten again.
Her memory was deteriorating with each passing day, and he didn't know how to stop it.
From across the room, Ruby asked lazily,
“Grandma, what color was Mr. Knight's tie yesterday?”
Matilda frowned.
“Sweetie, I don't like that. You call him Mr. Knight.”
She turned to Owen and added,
“And
