My grandfather? I have a grandfather. Mom and dad haven't told us anything about our grandparents, and I never had the chance to ask.
"Why didn't my mom tell me about you?" I asked.
Yes, the man looked familiar, but it must have been for a good reason if my mom hadn't told me anything about him. I had escaped a horrible place; I would not let someone else fool me.
"I... look, I made some mistakes and caused your mother great pain I never intended to," he said, and he seemed sincere, but I couldn’t let my guard down. Not after everything I’d been through. I stared at him, searching his face for any sign of deceit, but I only saw regret. Deep, aching regret.
“Why should I believe you?” I asked, wary of his intentions. “What could you have possibly done that would make her cut you off
