|Katherine|
The clinking of silverware against porcelain had barely begun when Grandpa’s voice cut through the quiet hum of the hospital room.
“So, when are you finally going to take over our company, Katherine? Don’t tell me you’re planning to sit back and let someone else run it,” he asked, his gaze sharp despite the frailty of his body.
I set my fork down, pressing my lips together before answering. These conversations had become almost routine since his recovery, but they never failed to stir a knot in my stomach.
The hospital had turned into something of a second home for me lately. The sterile scent of antiseptic, the constant beeping of monitors, and the muffled footsteps of nurses along the corridor were no longer unfamiliar—they’d wrapped themselves around my days and nights s
