I went back to my seat and continued to look through the photos, already distracted, but one of the old yellowing photos soon caught my attention.

Christian's hand was naturally resting on the girl's shoulder, a detail I couldn't miss.

I tried to take a closer look, but a hand suddenly came out of nowhere and jerked the pictures away.

"Grandpa, what are these photos? You're just going to take them out and show them to my wife?"

Christian held the photos on the table back into the box in three tries, a surprisingly impatient look on his face.

Grandpa laughed, "What's wrong with looking at them? Now you know...