The porch suddenly felt much colder.
And as my grandfather stared at my baby’s eyes, I realized that Ethan’s disappearance might not have been as simple as I had believed.
PART 3 — THE NAME MY GRANDFATHER FEARED
The porch suddenly felt much colder.
And as my grandfather stared at my baby’s eyes, I realized that Ethan’s disappearance might not have been as simple as I had believed.
“Grandpa…”
Samuel didn’t answer.
He was still staring at my daughter.
At first, I thought he was afraid of her.
Then I realized he wasn’t.
He was afraid for her.
His thumb slowly brushed over the edge of the blanket covering her tiny body.
“What exactly did Ethan tell you about his family?” he finally asked.
“Not much.”
“Nothing?”
I shook my head.
“He said his parents were dead.”
Samuel’s expression changed.
“How did he say they died?”
“I don’t know. He never gave me details.”
“What did he say his father’s name was?”
I frowned.
“Grandpa, why does that matter?”
“Please, Mara.”
His voice cracked.
I had never heard him sound like that.
So I answered.
“I think he said his father’s name was Daniel.”
