I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

scars in the wood. Same cheap chairs.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

There was a long pause.

Then she asked, “Did he really know the whole time?”

“Yes.”

Another pause.

“I thought I was protecting him.”

I didn’t say she wasn’t. At least not at first.

Finally I said, “I think you were. And I think he knew that too.”

She cried very quietly for a minute, trying not to make continue reading …