Sandy looked at him with a soft expression, her frail hands trembling as she placed them on her lap. “Braylon, my dear, I didn’t want to burden you further. I thought I could make do for a few more days.”
Braylon rolled his eyes. “You’re always a burden! Do you think I’m doing this out of kindness? I have a life too, you know!”
Sandy’s face fell, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She didn’t respond, and Braylon stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
For days, Braylon avoided visiting her. Guilt occasionally tugged at him, but he dismissed it, convincing himself that Sandy would be fine. After all, she’d survived this long. Then one day, he received a call.
“Braylon,” Caroline said on the other end, her voice trembling, “your grandmother passed away this morning.”
Braylon froze. “What? She’s… gone?”
“She left a note for you,” Caroline added before hanging up.
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