“…he’s your grandfather.”
I stared at my phone, my mind racing. My grandfather? The man who had been leaving me generous tips every Sunday at Denny’s was the grandfather I had never met? I couldn’t believe it.
“Mom, are you sure?” I asked, my voice a mixture of disbelief and hope.
“Yes, Jess. I’m sure,” she replied, her voice filled with emotion. “I haven’t seen him in years, but I’d recognize him anywhere. We had a falling out a long time ago, and I guess he… just slipped away from our lives.”
