“What?” I ask, shocked. I look down at the picture in my hand and the man standing next to my mom, he doesn’t mean anything to me but his uniform does. “Why does this uniform look so familiar?”

“Well, he was one of Grandmother’s soldiers,” Mom admits and I look up at her horrified. She gives a soft smile and shakes her head. “No, no, nothing horrible. He guarded the wing of the compound where my room was. I wasn’t exactly a prisoner but I wasn’t ...