“Give us a minute.”
“Twenty years ago, Hannah was 18. Cole was 21, fixing motorcycles and taking whatever work he could find.”
“So you gave her an ultimatum.”
He nodded once.
“She had to stay with you or leave with him.”
“I thought she’d ruin her life.”
“And when Cole wrote?”
“I hid the letters.”
“I thought she’d ruin her life.”
My stomach turned.
“Five years later, she found them?”
“Yes. She found him too. They started over. I didn’t know until she came home pregnant.”
“Then she died.”
His voice broke.
“Cole called while driving back. I told him Hannah was gone.”
“Then she died.”
I stared at him.
“And me?”
Grandpa covered his face.
