“Alex!” My grandmother slammed over the phone. “I'm so disappointed in you.”

I drew the phone away from my ear. “What now, grandma?” I sighed in frustration.

“Tomorrow is your grandfather's memorial service and you haven't started making preparations? Don't tell me you've forgotten!” She yelled.

I pinched my forehead in exhaustion. I really have forgotten.

“I haven't forgotten, grandma.” I lied. “I will show up with my wife tomorrow. There has been a lot on my plate these few days. Do you even know that I almost got killed?” I ranted in anger.

“What!” She exclaimed in anger. Who dares to touch my grandson? Who's the person? Tell me...