“Grandma…”
She reached for my hand.
“I know.”
“What?”
“I know everything.”
She looked toward the roses outside.
“Your grandfather warned me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I wanted to believe my children would never become people I needed protection from.”
Her voice trembled.
“I was wrong.”
I squeezed her hand.
“What happens now?”
She looked at me.
“Now?”
A small smile appeared.
“Now they learn that being family does not give you permission to steal from someone.”
PART 3: THE LAST SIGNATURE
