My 76-year-old grandpa spent years sewing quilts and selling them at a flea market so I could walk again — then one day, a gruff biker showed up and said, “I’ve been looking for you for 20 years.”

at him.

“What letters?”

He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

Cole handed me a folded page. Grandpa grabbed my wrist before I could open it.

“Don’t, Maisie.”

I looked down at his hand.

He let go.

The note was short.

“Cole,

If you’re reading this, something happened before I could fix things myself. Our baby is healthy and growing stronger every day. My father may never continue reading …