In the next blink of my eyes, I was transported back to the room with Tasha, or, should I say, my grandmother.

"Are you alright, dear?" she asked when I collapsed to the floor.

I looked up at her. My mind was reeling from questions I wanted to ask her, but one of them came out first. "Why didn't you tell me that you were my grandmother?"

She exhaled. It seemed like she was already anticipating my question. "Let's get you to the chair first." When we settled on the sofa, she took my hands and said, "I arrived at this pack after the explosion happened. Your parents were gone,...