I Bought a $28 Burger—Grandpa’s Bank Account Exposed My Real Problem

He looked… tired.

Not physically.

Like a man carrying something he refuses to name.

“How was work?” he asked.

“Fine,” I said automatically.

He grunted.

Then he glanced at the grocery bags in my hands.

“Good,” he said. “You bought food like a human.”

I set the bags down harder than I needed to.

“You know what happened today?” I said.

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