To them, I was simply Grandma.

Jeffrey became a thoughtful, quiet reader who loved thick books. George, on the other hand, was loud, warm, and constantly laughing.

At night they sat at the kitchen table while I packed tea orders.

“Grandma,” George would ask, “did Dad like baseball?”

“He loved it,” I’d tell him. “Though he couldn’t throw straight if his life depended on it.”

Jeffrey would smile.

“Did Mom like it too?”

That question came up less often, and when it did, I answered carefully.

“She liked different things.”

Neither boy remembered much about her, and honestly, I hoped it stayed that way.

For ten years Vanessa never contacted us. No phone calls, no birthday cards, no support.

By then my company was worth more than I ever dreamed possible.

But the greatest blessing in my life was still those two boys.

I thought our lives had finally settled.

Until three weeks ago.