Chapter 285

Tiffany was not crying. She was murmuring incomprehensible words in her mouth. In front of the coffin were a huge portrait and a long, high wall of flowers that was just enough to hide her. Julian crouched down. “Tiffy?” He reached out to touch her, but she avoided him. Her eyes were like washed-out ink, unfocused and numb. “I’m useless. “It’s all my fault. I didn’t cure Grandma. “Grandma, I’m so sorry. “It’s my fault that Grandma died. It’s my fault that Grandma died.” She repeated these words, and her mind was filled with the scene of her grandmother being struck by lightning while trying to find her and her grandmother dying in her arms. Just a short while later, it switched to Grannie Blake dying in front of her, and there was nothing she could do. Both of them were her grandmothers, and both were people she valued. She was trapped in a dark box with nothing but two scenes, death and resurrection again and again. It tormented her repeatedly. She always felt that the