With reluctant reassurance, Abby allowed her grandfather to guide her to bed, where the embrace of sleep offered a temporary respite from the weight of sorrow. The room echoed with the soft murmur of his words, a lullaby that whispered of life's cyclical nature and the perpetual dance between beginnings and endings.
The night wrapped around Abby like a cocoon as she stirred awake, the remnants of a vivid dream lingering in her mind. An irresistible urge to visit the restroom beckoned her from the embrace of sleep, and as she padded through the hushed corridors, a flicker of curiosity compelled her to approach her grandfather's private office.
