I went to Grandpa’s house.S. without calling first.
The front door was unlocked.
I quietly stepped inside.
From the hallway, I heard Emily’s voice coming from the living room.
My heart began pounding.
I moved closer and slowly looked through the doorway.
And there they were.
Grandpa and Emily were sitting together on the couch.
Emily was holding something in her hands, and Grandpa was leaning toward her.
Neither of them had noticed I was there.
I froze.
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For weeks, I had convinced myself that there had to be another explanation.
Emily was my best friend. Grandpa Henry was seventy-eight years old. The idea that something romantic could actually be happening between them seemed impossible to me.
But Emily kept disappearing after school.
And almost every time, I discovered that she had been at Grandpa’s house.
Whenever I confronted her, she always gave me the same answer.
“We’re just talking.”
Grandpa was even more secretive.
Every time I entered the room while they were together, they immediately changed the subject. Emily started bringing him his favorite food, and Grandpa suddenly began caring about his appearance more than he had in years.
Then he mentioned that he was going to change his will.
That was when my suspicions turned into anger.
Grandpa owned his house, had considerable savings, and had spent his entire life building his financial security.
I started wondering if Emily had discovered all of that too.
Was my best friend taking advantage of a lonely elderly man for his money?
Finally, one night, I went to Grandpa’s house without warning.
Emily’s car was outside.
I quietly entered through the unlocked front door and heard their voices coming from the living room.
I walked toward the doorway.
And I froze.
They were sitting together on the couch.
Emily’s hand was resting inside Grandpa’s.
Then Grandpa gently kissed her on the forehead.
“What’s going on here?”
