While I was sipping tea on a veranda overlooking a sunny beach, Daniel and Paula were trying to explain to the authorities why an “incompetent” old woman had left behind meticulously documented files and recordings of their conversations. My grandson Kyle, it turned out, had more to worry about than just a missing grandma; the recordings included threats and actions that could not be easily dismissed.

In their arrogance, they had assumed the wolf to be a sheep, but it was they who were being led to slaughter. I sat back, feeling the warmth of the sun, knowing that justice, like the tides coming in, was inevitable.