Ian glanced at everyone who was engrossed in the get-together lunch before slowly slipping away into the kitchen. As expected, he found Demetri waiting there and sighed, "Demon."
"What has you worried, Ian?"
Ian shook his head, a rueful smile playing on his lips. Demetri had an uncanny ability to sense the underlying currents. How he always managed to pick up on these things remained a mystery to him.
"Demon... Grandfather is sick."
He watched as Demetri stilled. So, his brother did not know this as well. Ian sighed and continued," Its quite bad. The cancer has spread all over and the old man has refused treatment. The doctor gave him few months, but it's already been more than a year. He's been using pain killers to suppress the pain and keep up appearances, but it's becoming increasingly difficult for him," his voice filled with frustration.
Demetri's expression shifted, "I see. Some things make more sense now..."
