“That man… in the photo, Jess… He’s your grandfather.”
My breath caught in my throat, the world around me falling silent. The man who had quietly been a part of my Sundays, the man who left generous tips that felt like lifelines—was my grandfather?
It didn’t make sense. My grandfather had disappeared from our lives when I was a toddler. Mom never talked about him, and I’d always assumed it was some kind of family rift that would never heal.
