At My Grandfather’s Funeral a Stranger Passed Me a Note And I Realized He Had Outwitted Everyone One Last Time
The October wind cut through my thin black dress as I stood beside my grandfather’s grave, listening to the priest’s words blur into the rustle of dry leaves. Grief weighed heavily on my chest, but it wasn’t the only thing thick in the air. Around me, my family wasn’t mourning—they were furious. Grandpa had…
