I didn't know what to say for a moment; he seemed to have gone mad.

Grandpa's death had really done a number on him. I figured he'd probably bounce back after a while. But he was worried I might call the cops again, so he decided to skip the office and just do video calls from his study instead.

I felt restless under his watchful gaze, sitting in the yard and staring blankly for the whole afternoon.

The next day was Grandpa's funeral. A light drizzle fell, mingling with the ...