My Grandfather Left Me Something They Never Wanted Me to See

the shelf just as Caleb stepped into the doorway.

He stopped.

So did I.

He looked me up and down, then at the drawer, then at the album in my hands.

“You lost?” he asked.

I glanced at the spine. Naval Vessels, 1968-1974. Good enough. “Reading.”

He snorted. “Since when?”

Since always, asshole. But I just shrugged.

My father appeared behind him. His eyes landed continue reading …