After my grandfather’s funeral, a letter showed up on my doorstep. Inside was a small key and a message from Grandpa saying it would unlock a hidden compartment in the attic. What I found there revealed a shocking secret Grandpa had kept from me my whole life.I’m Marin. I’m 27 years old, and a few weeks ago, I buried the only family I had — my grandfather, Harold.
He raised me from the age of two. My parents died in a car accident, and I grew up knowing them only through a few photographs he kept in a drawer.The one that stands out most to me showed my mother holding me on her hip while my father stood beside her.Those pictures were all I had, and Grandpa made sure they never felt like ghosts hanging over my childhood
