C35 Flashback 2

**Third person**

Mrs. Stone pushed open the creaking door of her father's room, the familiar scent of antiseptic air filling her nostrils.

Grandpa sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance. A soft, rhythmic tapping filled the silence; it was the sound of his fingers tracing patterns on the quilt.

"Still awake, Papa?" she asked gently