This is for Sacha Black’s writespiration challenge—52 words on the subject of: The secret you just discovered.
The letter slipped out of the book like a dry leaf veined with spidery writing of a bygone age. It was like unfolding a map to hidden treasure,
Forgive me, Gran,
treasure I was not intended to find.
Grandad. Written from his new life—the address obliterated by slashes of angry ink.