Remy's expression was a mixture of disbelief and shock, his voice breaking as he called out, "G-Grandma?"
Grace's heart stopped in her chest as she stared at him, her breath catching in her throat, "Remy?" Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling as she took in the sight of him standing there, safe and well.
She couldn't believe it—couldn't believe he was real. Tears welled in her eyes as she reached out a shaky hand toward him.
Remy stumbled forward towards her bed, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears and couldn't believe he truly heard her voice after all this time.
This wasn't a dream or an illusion.
She was already more than 90 years old when she "died". But now she was looking younger, as if in her sixties, with long yet elegant white hair and soft wrinkles on her skin.
There could only be one reason why she could look like this despite being so old and everything was making sense now.
