With a soft creak, the heavy wooden door to Damian's infirmary swung open, revealing a sight that immediately caught Quinn's attention for the umpteenth time.
Standing in the doorway was an elderly woman, her face etched with the lines of a life lived hard. Her knees trembled slightly, showing the weight of her age, while her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.
Quinn's voice trembled as she spoke the words, "Grandma..."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly stood up from her seat.
Damian's gaze shifted to the weathered figure of the old woman, her lips curving into a faint smile. He tried to project warmth and friendliness carefully to hide the emotions churning inside him that he was trying to suppress.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry," Mrs. Brown whispered, her vo
