Alex sat in his car, staring out of the window as he processed the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. The truth about the accident that claimed his parents' lives weighed heavily on his mind, but surprisingly, the pain wasn't as intense as he had anticipated. Growing up without any memories of them had always left a void, a space filled with questions rather than grief. Now that he knew the truth, the sadness of losing them surfaced, yet it wasn't as raw as he had feared.
His thoughts drifted to his grandmother, the woman who had raised him with so much love and care. How hard must it have been for her to accept that her own daughter was responsible for the death of her beloved son? And how much more painful was it to live the rest of her life without ever seeing her daughter again, cut off by the weight of guilt and anger? He imagined the heartbreak she must have felt, the conflict of losing one child to death and the other to estrangement.
