"All alone and sick at home, with no one to look after me… sigh." As the old man finished, he raised his hand and genuinely wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
Grace's heart ached watching him. "Grandpa, I have plenty of extra rooms at my house. Why don't you move in with us? That way, someone will be there to look after you if you need anything."
"If you're sure you don't mind."
"Of course I don't mind! If you don't mind an old codger like me, how could I possibly mind you?" The old man waved his hands dismissively before grabbing a small bundle from his side. "So, granddaughter-in-law, are we heading home soon?"
The hopeful, pleading look he gave Grace made her unsure whether to laugh or cry.
'So the old man had this planned all along.'
'His bags were already packed and everything.'
She glanced at Archer.
