A paper plane from my grandson uncovered my DIL’s secret and got me banned from seeing him
When my husband passed away, the silence of the house became unbearable. After fifty years of companionship, every room seemed hollow, every corner heavy with memories. At seventy-one, I often wondered how I could go on living in such loneliness. The only light that kept me moving forward was my grandson, Timmy. His laughter, his…