The Day My Grandma Died, My Love Died Too

On the day when my grandmother Lucy Arderne's health took a significant downturn, I happened to cross paths with Jared Selman at the hospital. Jared mentioned he was occupied with caring for an "important client," who, ironically, turned out to be Wendy Janson, who looked more like his first love.

After I got rid of their obstruction, the only words echoing in my mind from my grandmother's ward were the doctor's compassionate "Please accept my condolences."

That night, I was alone in the ward when I received a call from Jared. Rather than his concern, what came through the phone was his lifelong commitment to Wendy.