...
Holly Sinclair didn't know how she made it to the Sterling residence.
Her mind was in a daze, and she watched blankly as everyone bustled about.
She watched them set up the memorial hall, dress Grandpa in his burial clothes, and contact relatives and friends...
She stood aside numbly, as if in a trance. Her eyes were bloodshot, but not a single tear fell.
"Holly, if you need to cry, just let it out."
A gentle voice spoke beside her.
She turned and looked at the man, her expression vacant.
It was Brandon Sterling, his face etched with concern.
Seeing Holly on the verge of shattering, Brandon offered his solemn comfort. "Holly, don't be too sad. Grandpa would be heartbroken to see you like this. There's no sickness in heaven. In a way, this might be a release for him."
Holly listened, her expression wooden.
