When Aarav reached home, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.“I’m home,” he called out.The house was silent.He walked into the living room. Empty. The kitchen—empty. He checked the backyard lawn. No sign of her.A sudden worry crept up his spine as he hurried upstairs. He gently pushed open the door to her bedroom.There she was—his grandmother, lying on the bed, asleep. A soft sigh of relief escaped his lips as he stepped closer. As he approached, she stirred and slowly opened her eyes."Oh, Aarav, you’re back,” she said, her voice thin and tired.He sat down beside her, concern