The Next Morning,
I picked up my cup of espresso, sipping lightly as I scanned through the freshly delivered morning paper.
The news of my grandfather's ailment had made my head churn as I tried to find an immediate solution to the problem. If Gramps was dying why did he withhold it away from me after claiming that I was his favorite grandchild?
Okay… maybe he was mandated by the doctor but to inform his family members yet. Gramps didn't look like someone who anyone could force to do anything that he didn't want to do initially. That left me with only one option.
Confronting him.
But how was I supposed to do that when he had hidden it away from me?
Great.
Now, I was stuck in a dilemma. I also had a strong feeling that my ex-husband wasn't just going to accept defeat because
