a new waiting game
Although the bank had promised to investigate, waiting was agonizing. Each passing day felt like a month.
My grandson continued to check in regularly, keeping my spirits up. “Hang in there, Grandma,” he would say.
The stakes felt higher now; the public was watching, but there was still no concrete action from the bank.
My stress levels soared, but I clung to the hope that this time, something would actually happen.