Granny stepped out of the room, looking so tired. It broke my heart to see her this way. Her silver hair with strands of black was packed in a messy bun, and she had bags under her eyes, too.
"Granny, you should rest. I'll watch him," I said, standing to my feet.
I knew she wasn't gonna leave him otherwise.
"It's okay." She took my hand and held it tightly, as we sat down.
"I shouldn't have panicked that way and gotten you so worried." Her eyes turned glassy, and she sobbed, swallowing a breath. "When he... when he collapsed, he was out checking the cows. I called his name, called for dinner and..."
I stroked her back, and she trembled against me.
"When he didn't answer, I was so worried. I hurried out to check and saw him on the ground."
Tears slipped beneath my lashes. I could only imagine how she felt at that moment or how scared she must have been.
"I was scared too..." I admitted. "I thought..."
She smiled. "You know how stubborn he is; he's not going anywhere."
