Grandpa suddenly stopped chewing. “Wait… you’re paying rent to your own parents?” I froze in my seat. Before I could respond, Dad brushed the question aside with a careless wave. “Your sister has two kids,” he said. “She needs the help more than you.” Silence spread across the table as Grandpa slowly lowered his fork. No one was prepared for what he said next…

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and single, so I could afford it.

Then Grandpa asked how long this had been happening.

“Since I turned twenty-one,” I admitted.

He went very still.

Then he stood and said, “Roxanne, help me in the kitchen.”

Dad tried to stop him, but Grandpa’s voice turned hard.

“It wasn’t a request.”

Part 2

In the kitchen, Grandpa asked me to tell him the truth.

I tried to continue reading …