Months after the wedding, I found Grandfather Moretti collapsed in his garden.

"Call 911!" I screamed to Dominic, who was chasing the twins around the yard while I visited with Grandfather.

He was conscious but weak, his breathing shallow.

"I'm fine," he whispered as I knelt beside him. "Just tired."

"You're not fine. You're going to the hospital."

"Ava..." His hand found mine. "There's something I need to tell you first."

"Tell me at the hospital."

"No. Now. In case..." He didn't finish ...