Helen’s vision gradually came into focus, and she forced herself into a sitting position. It took her a second to realize who was standing in front of her. When she did, though, a grin broke out on her face. It was the old Mr. Davis. “Grandpa, why are you here?” she asked.

The old Davis: “I won’t let you be bullied. Tell me what happened. Did Nathan bully you?”

Helen hurriedly shook his head and said, “No. I was being careless. As usual.”

The old Davis’ eyebrows were slightly ...