Best friends
He was the perfect grandfather: an old, wrinkly man with gray hair and a gray beard. His deep voice rang through the halls of the large house he used to live in with Bertha, Nancy’s grandmother. Nancy loved him and he loved her. After her grandmother died, Nancy spent all the time she had after school, hanging out with grandpa Tuck. That’s what she would call him because he always wanted to tuck her in at night. They’d bake cookies, play in the garden, go out on special trips.
They were the best of friends and they still would have been if what was about to happen could have been avoided. If only Nancy knew before.