I’ve always prided myself on being a loving and supportive grandmother, putting family first in everything I do. When my daughter-in-law, Jessica, asked me to babysit my grandson, Luke, for the weekend, I was thrilled to spend time with him, as I always am. I packed my bag, grabbed some snacks, and headed to their house, ready for a joyful routine of caring for Luke while Jessica and my son, Aaron, enjoyed a well-deserved getaway.
It was supposed to be a simple, happy weekend filled with love and laughter, just like all the other times I’d watched him. But as I returned home, exhausted but content, something was waiting for me on my table—a discovery that would turn my heart upside down and leave me questioning everything.
