At a family dinner, my grandson leaned over and said quietly, “grandma, you’re not safe here. please leave right now.” i didn’t understand, but he looked serious. “just trust me,” he said. i left—and that choice changed everything. i found out what they had in mind later…
“Gran, we have to leave. Now.” Caleb’s voice was tight, his fingers gripping my arm as though we were escaping a fire. I blinked at...