The moment he saw Dad, he sighed.
“I asked her not to tell you yet.”
“And you honestly thought she wouldn’t?”
Grandpa gave a tired smile.
“No. I suppose I didn’t.”
I stayed behind Dad as we entered.
Grandpa walked toward the hallway.
“Come.”
I expected him to open his bedroom door.
Instead, he passed it.
Then he opened the door to a small room at the back of the house that had been locked for as long as I could remember.
I stopped.
Inside were two separate narrow beds.
A large telescope stood beside the window.
On a wooden table were dozens of old photographs, letters, a video camera, and a thick photo album.
There was also a small suitcase.
I looked at Grandpa.
“What is all this?”