My Grandfather Left Me Something They Never Wanted Me to See

the worst day of their lives.”

Then I walked outside.

Rain still covered the stone entrance.

Cold.

Clean.

Silent.

A moment later…

The door opened behind me.

Whitmore stepped out holding two cups of coffee.

He handed one to me without a word.

Then opened his other hand.

In his palm…

My grandfather’s silver lighter.

I froze.

It had never left his pocket.

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