think Grandpa would be mad you didn’t know?”
I shook my head.
“No. I think he’d be relieved it worked.”
He looked at the old envelopes we had saved in a drawer.
I had never thrown them away.
Some part of me had always known they mattered.”I used to think the mystery was the best part,” he said.
“And now?”
He looked at me with red eyes and a tired adult face that somehow still contained every age he had ever been.
“Now I think the best part is
