PART 2: when I realized the truth. My grandfather wasn’t just any old man.

stomach. The air grew thicker as a sleek black car pulled up to the side of the yard. It wasn’t the kind of car you’d expect at a wedding—no, it was the kind of car that signaled business, serious business.

“Grandfather, what have you done?” My voice was barely a whisper now.

Without answering, he stood, slowly, and for the first time, I saw him as something continue reading …