We stood there in silence.
The flowers in her arms.
The envelope between her fingers.
The past… and something unknown.
She opened it immediately.
Inside was a letter.
Written in my grandfather’s handwriting.
Her lips trembled as she began to read.
I watched her face change.
Confusion.
Shock.
Then something deeper—something I couldn’t quite name.
“What is it?” I asked softly.
She didn’t answer right away.
Instead, she handed me the letter.
My eyes scanned the words:
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this earlier. There’s something I hid from you for most of my life, but you deserve to know the truth.
