Leaving behind the playboy bedroom of the man who played havoc with her heart, she slipped down the staircase. Passing scores of family photographs and gilded ornaments, remnants of a extravagant, opulent time, she slipped her phone from her pocket and dialled her Grandfather's room, the number now committed to heart. The phone rang a few times, before he picked up. Sounding sleepy and disorientated, she almost hung up, if it wasn't for the warmth she felt swelling inside her, upon the sound of of his voice.
'Grandpa' she greeted, her tone soft, her mouth curling into a smile. Whatever spat they had experienced, it was firmly behind them. She was incapable of being indifferent, or angry with this man.
'Lollypop' he replied, clearing his throat and sounding more awake. 'I had visitors, so
