My grandpa was a very frugal man.

But something in me—the part that always felt Grandpa had secrets, the part that never quite believed he was just a quiet old man who liked gardening—starts to hum with energy.

I follow him.

We leave the park, and he guides me into a black SUV parked a block away. The windows are tinted, the driver silent. We drive in tense silence for fifteen minutes,continue reading …