The Day My Grandma Died, My Love Died TooChapter 1
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.
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The night when my grandmother Lucy Arderne's cancer took a dire turn was tempestuous, with raging winds howling through the night, devouring every trace of tranquility. Desperate, I pleaded with Jared Selman to escort me to the hospital, but he refused me, using the excuse of meeting an important client.
Left with no other option, I embarked on the treacherous journey up the mountain's winding road, each step weighted by my inability to drive and a profound sense of solitude. The relentless wind roared in my ears, threatening to engulf the entire city of Atlanta in its fury. Sheets of rain, heavy as pebbles, relentlessly pelted my face, adding to my mounting anxiety. Amidst the deluge, I persevered, eventually hailing a taxi to carry me to my grandmother's side.
When I arrived at the hospital, what caught my eye was Jared supporting Wendy Janson.
"Vera, you're here too. Whenever it rains, Wendy's legs hurt, so I brought her to see a doctor," said Jared; I didn't know if there was a hint of panic in Jared's eyes.
Jared, who usually speaks very little, only talked more about Wendy.
I was concerned about my grandma and had no interest in their entanglement.
But at that very moment, Wendy spoke softly, "Vera, don't be angry; I'm just a little scared, and Jared has always been so dependable. It's just that... "
I was genuinely exhausted by her tone as she said that, so I replied, "That's fair. Next time, I'll make sure to put up a banner showcasing such responsible actions."
"Vera, how can you talk to Wendy like that? Wendy is a patient and has some compassion," Jared felt quite sorry for the person in his arms.
Suddenly, a thunderous clap rented the air, shattering the silence of the dark night sky.