When Sapphire and I got back home, it was already past midnight.
I headed straight to my room, taking a quick shower before changing into my favorite pajamas and collapsing face down onto my cozy queen-size bed.
Despite feeling exhausted from the day's work and partying, sleep eluded me. My thoughts were consumed by Flintstone City and what awaited me there upon my return.
Unfortunately, Grandpa couldn't go back to the city with me as he had passed away a month ago. He peacefully died in his bed, surrounded by friends and family. Grandpa lived a happy and fulfilled life, which may have been the reason he lived longer than the doctor had anticipated.
However, before his death, I couldn't resist asking him the question that had plagued me for a long time: Who was responsible for Philip P
