7
After my parents cried out their feelings, we sat there, silent, for a while, before Jack gently took me to sleep.
I didn't sleep much, turning around in bed, my thoughts galloping around.
By the morning, I knew who to blame for all this mess.
Grandpa.
He was in his office. He silently opened the door when I knocked.
I sat there, in front of him, staring accusingly.
"I knew you would come," he said. "And I even know what you came for."
His hand went toward the folder that was laying in front of him.
I took it, silently, and stared at it, wondering what it meant.
The blood test Grandpa did, the one that revealed we weren't a blood relation.
"Why didn't you kick me out?" I asked after I went through every page in the folder (Grandpa did the test four times). "I came into your ho
