When my grandma passed away, was there anyone by her side? Was she alone? Other than her killer, she must have had no one with her, right?
She must have been terrified, half-crazy with fear. Why? Why didn’t they let her go?
I clutched her cold hand and cried until my voice was hoarse, the overwhelming grief leaving me in a daze. Had I not cared enough for her? Was that why she had to suffer like this?
“Grandma…” I whispered, my voice trembling uncontrollably. Tears welled up in my eyes, and eventually, they spilled over, sliding down my cheeks silently.
Brad approached me quietly, his large hand steadying my shoulder, offering silent comfort. “Caitlin, let it out. But remember, we can’t let this sadness break us,” he said, his voice deep and firm, like an invisible force holding up m
