Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

The housekeeper repeated her earlier explanation to Larry.
Upon hearing Galilea had revealed something to Cesar, Larry’s expression darkened, Stealthily, he turned his head and slapped
himself twice. “This is my fault!”
The other family members soon joined them.
An hour later, the red light of the emergency room switched to green.
Lynch stepped out, removed his mask, scanned the room, before releasing a heavy sigh. “You can go in and see Cesar one last

time.”
His words hit Tyrone like a sledgehammer. He felt his head spin, a buzzing noise filling his ears.
Wanda swayed, nearly collapsing.
“Grandma!”
“Grandma!”
Quick to act, both Tyrone and Larry steadied Wanda.
Wanda took a moment to compose herself, her eyes rimmed with red.
“Assist me inside.”
They helped Wanda into the emergency room.
Cesar lay on the operating table, motionless with his eyes closed, his complexion ashen, devoid of life.
“Grandpa!”
“Dad!”
The family gathered around the operating table, their grief evident.
Standing a few steps back, Tyrone observed Cesar’s lifeless body from afar.

In the shadows, he strived to contain his emotions.
He sank to his knees, his face a mask of stoic sadness.
“I request some time alone with him. Please, step outside.” Wanda’s voice was hoarse with grief.
“Grandma, please take care of yourself.”
“I know.”
Sergio, Tyrone’s cousin, halted before him, offering him a hand.