The darkness that gathered around the face of grandma when Brian made a comment about confessing a thing to her was out of this world. She cleared her throat, raised a brow and and adjusted herself as though she had been anticipating for it.

“Go on I am all ears, son,” grandma said, locked eyes with him and shot an impatient stare into his face to make him understand she was eager to hear the confession with rapt attention.

Brian swallowed hard, wanted to open his mouth but ...