“If you want to know what really happened to your parents, read this.”
My heart stopped.
Before I could respond, she added:
“Don’t tell anyone yet.”
Then she turned and walked away.
By the time I reached the church doors, she had vanished.
I searched the parking lot.
Nothing.
She was gone.
I drove home shaking.
The note remained clenched in my fist the entire way.
When I finally unfolded it, my stomach dropped.
It read:
“Your grandfather lied to all of you. In the basement, there is an old cabinet. Open the upper-right drawer. Then you’ll understand everything.”
I stared at the words.
Grandpa lied?
Impossible.
Yet curiosity gnawed at me.
