K I A R A
I turned my red eyes towards everyone in the room. Looking at them on by one and trying to wrap my head around this situation.
My grandmother didn’t look dead, no. She looked like she was taking a nap, like she was having a peaceful sleep. If it wasn’t for the cold feel of her skin and the fact that she wasn’t breathing, I would have thought she was still alive.
I couldn't cry anymore. I had no tears left.
My mind kept replaying our last conversation, a few months ago. She had told me she was proud of me. That she was happy I had found Damon. That she was finally at peace.
And now she was gone. Just like that.
But something didn't add up. My grandmother was a healthy woman. She had a few aches and pains, but nothing life threatening. She didn't have any heart conditions o
