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

more than the quiet, humble old man I’d always known. He wasn’t merely my grandfather. He was someone else entirely, someone who commanded respect in a way I couldn’t comprehend.

The car door opened, and out stepped a man dressed in black. He didn’t look like a typical wedding guest. His presence was almost ghostly—elegant, cold, and somehow ominous.continue reading …