ACHILLES
"What have you done?" his grandmother demanded.
"I don"t know what you"re talking about," he deflected instantly.
"You have the same guilty look on your face as when you were a boy stealing cookies."
He paused for a moment, remembering back to the times she mentioned. The atmosphere in his grandparents’ home had been so warm and loving. His favourite childhood memories were there. With the woman who now sat in front of him far frailer than he"d like her to be.
"Are you really okay?" he asked her.
"Of course I am. Do you really think I"d be here if I wasn"t? Someone needs to keep an eye on you."
"You came here for me?" He blinked a couple of times as the information processed. He"d never realised he was the reason his grandmother stayed in the old people"s home.
"You didn"t
