We both stopped, startled, but he looked far more nervous than he should have considering he'd known I was there. I reached out on impulse, tried to grab his hand, to say something to comfort him for the loss of his grandmother-fraud or not, she was his family-when he spoke. Well, blurted. "Where is she?" Took me a second to make the connection and when I did I almost facepalmed. Of course he was here for the same reason as me, but why? Like Pamela was meant to meet him here, ...