You urgently need to go to this address…”
Below it—
An address.
About an hour away.
I looked up.
My grandmother was staring straight ahead, as if the room had disappeared around her.
“He never kept secrets from me,” she whispered.
But even as she said it… we both knew that wasn’t true anymore.
We didn’t hesitate.
Within minutes, we grabbed our coats, got into the car, and drove.
The entire ride was silent.
The letter sat between us.
Heavy.
Unanswered.
The road stretched ahead, but it felt like we were driving backward—into a part of his life we had never known.
