Grandpa Jordy opened his eyes.

The tightness in my chest slowly faded away. It was replaced with a relieved smile on either Mom's or my face. Keeping him company was as simple as casual conversations or discussing his health. Once again, Grandpa just snorted, saying we were being too excessive.

"Leave your work, Krystal. How's your job over there?" Grandpa asked softly. I turned to look, and my apple peeling activity halted.

"The office has been left behind for a while, Grandpa," I joked. ...