Still not wrapping my head around this new information, I proceeded to tell Mr. Dushman or my real Grandpa — I honestly don’t know anymore — the information I got from my investigation.

“𝗠𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿… 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲.” I sighed as I remembered what Mr. Anderson had said.

‘𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘑𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬?’

Grandpa laughed at me because of what I said. "𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲. 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁! 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗱."

"𝗔𝗺 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱?” I can’t help but scoff. “𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁? 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗻? 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆? 𝗛𝘂𝗵?!" I know he’s older than me and that he should be respected but enablers of atrocities are not deserving of that. May it be blood or not.

My grandfather frowned while too stunned but I continued. "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲? 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀? 𝗛𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲!"

My grandpa started to get angry and hit the table. "𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲, 𝗠𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗲𝗹!" He screamed so loud I felt my ears bleeding.

"𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗼’𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲! 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱'𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝗺!"

"𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁?! 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵?! 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿! 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵. 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲?!" My grandfather madly said. Then he took out an envelope.

There were files and pictures in the envelope. "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴? 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗖𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗘𝘅𝗲𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗩𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲." What…? Our lines were not connecting.

"𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝗼