Even in her final moments…
all Nana was worried about was me.
Fresh tears threatened to spill from my eyes again.
But after a few seconds, I slowly took a deep breath and looked upward.
A weak smile appeared on my lips.
Nana had made me promise not to cry too much.
And even though it hurt so badly…
I wanted to keep that promise.
After lying there for what felt like hours, I finally forced myself to get up.
I freshened up before calling Alexander.
I tried convincing him to simply send Jim instead, but he insisted on coming personally.
Even after arriving, he made sure I ate lunch first.
Then he carried me into the car while Jim silently drove us toward our destination.
There were very few places I hated more than the funeral home.
Because it reminded me of every loved one I had already lost.
And now…
I was here once again.
This time, for the last person who had ever truly cared for me—not simply because I grew up around their family…
