My engaged granddaughter would sneak into the stable every night, until one evening I followed her—and immediately regretted it.
Every night, my granddaughter would quietly slip away into the stable, convinced I was asleep, and I would hear the creak of the door and soft footsteps in the darkness. After it happened repeatedly, I decided to follow her, only to uncover a secret I instantly wished I hadn’t discovered. I’ve lived many years and…