My grandson hadn’t visited me in three weeks… so I decided to show up unannounced. At first, everything seemed normal—too normal. Then I noticed the basement door… locked from the outside. A sickening smell seeped through the cracks, strong enough to make me hold my breath. Something felt terribly wrong. With shaking hands, I forced the door open… and what I found inside shattered me in ways I never could have imagined.
My grandson hadn’t come to visit me for three weeks… and this time I could no longer reassure myself. I decided to go see him without warning. At first I tried to convince myself that he just needed time for himself, especially after everything his family had been through. My son died four years ago….
