“…that man is your grandfather.”
The world seemed to stop spinning as the weight of her words sank in. My grandfather? I barely remembered him. The stories about him were sparse and wrapped in family drama that I was too young to understand. I knew he and my mom had a falling out years ago, but the details were hazy, shadowed by years of silence.
I sat in my tiny apartment, the air suddenly thick and suffocating. The cat, Peanut, meowed, sensing my distress. My thoughts were a whirlwind, a flurry of questions without answers. Why didn’t he say anything? Why now?
