After that, I started wondering if there would be any family secret that no one would want to tell me.
Three months later, Grandpa came to our house
Grandfather George was seventy-nine
was upstairs.
Grandpa looked unusually serious.
“Emily,” he said quietly, “can I ask you something?”
“Safe.”
He looked down the stairs earlier
to approach.
Will you sleep by my side tonight?
I stared at it.
I honestly thought I had misunderstood.
“What?”
“Tonight,” he repeated. In my house.
I felt a knot in my stomach.
Then he said something that made it even worse.
“Please don’t tell your father yet.”
I took a step back.
“Grandpa… why?”
Suddenly, his eyes were filled with something I couldn’t comprehend.
Fear.
“Because if he finds out,” Father whispered, “he won’t let you come.
At that very moment, we heard Dad go down the stairs.
Grandpa immediately turned away from me.
Dad came into the room.
He looked at Grandpa.
