Jenny

December-Six Years Ago

I've never been so scared in all my life. Not even the time Jared had hurt me, nor the day I'd discovered my mother dead on the bathroom floor with a needle in her arm. Worry twisted in my belly and my hands wouldn't quit shaking. Pacing in the apartment over the bar, I took a few deep breaths, but my attempt at calm wasn't working.

The past year, I'd been noticing subtle changes in Grampy. Little things. Him forgetting where he'd ...