Raphael's point of viewI had barely stepped outside the building when I heard Gramps calling my name. "Raphael! Wait! Come back here!"

His voice sounded urgent, different from the disappointed tone he had used earlier. I stopped walking and turned around to see him standing at the entrance, waving his hand for me to

return.

Part of me wanted to keep walking. I was tired of their selfishness, tired of their need to protect their reputation over doing what was right. But something in Gramps' ...