Their secrets went with them.
For years, I told myself that was the end of it.
A missing child. A vague story about a body being found. Silence.
Then one day, everything changed.
My granddaughter got accepted into a college in another state.
“Grandma, you have to come visit,” she said. “You’ll love it here.”
“I’ll come,” I promised. “Someone has to keep you out of trouble.”
