As soon as I got home, I knew I had to act quickly. The first call was to my mother, who had never been fond of Linda, to say the least. Mom was livid when she heard what had happened, her voice trembling with anger. “Your granddad deserves better,” she said, determination laced in her voice. “We’ll sort this out, don’t you worry.”
The next call was to my cousin Jason, who lived nearby and had always had a soft spot for Granddad. He was at my door within the hour, ready to lend a helping hand and offer some moral support. We sat together, brainstorming ideas, fueled by the same fiery anger and rebellion. The third call was to a close family friend who happened to be a lawyer. She assured us that we had options, and we spent hours discussing the best course of action.
The following morning, Jason and I drove to Granddad’s house to pick him up. He seemed relieved to see us, Penny wagging her tail joyfully from the confines of her little cast. We loaded Granddad’s sparse belongings into the car, and he settled in the backseat with Penny curled up beside him. “Where are we going?” he asked quietly.
