Chapter 3 - Catalina
Steven's sobs become more intense as he speaks about his recent loss, his words punctuated with pain.
STEVEN
(crying)
Our last grandchild just died this morning. She was just like her grandmother in every way. She was our youngest and our favorite grandchild, she was so full of life and joy when she was healthy and young.
He wipes his tears, attempting to regain his composure but struggling.
STEVEN
(sobbing)
She loved Beach City with all her heart. She loved the Gems and cherished every moment she ever spent with them and her grandparents. We were more than family; we were good friends. And I comforted her in her dreams since her sickness put her into a sleeping coma, while she was in hospice at my home.
Steven's voice cracks, choked with emotion as he recalls the painful memory.
STEVEN
(tearful)
As her condition worsened, she started to slowly revert mentally to a child while I was with her. And She held her grandpapa in her arms, seeking comfort and safety when she felt herself slipping away.
He cries, the memory weighing heavily on his heart.
STEVEN
(crying)
And I think I remember someone taking her away from my arms when she finally passed, but that part is hazy, like a regular dream. That's when I woke up this morning... another close relative gone, leaving yet another void in my life.
Steven takes a deep breath, trying to find strength in his pain. The room seems to respond, the atmosphere growing heavier as if mirroring his anguish,