The sight of the man in the photograph left me breathless. It was my grandfather, Santiago Sardino, in his youth. There was no mistaking his face. Recognition flooded through me, a mix of astonishment and excitement.

"I'm certain it's him. Even though he appears much younger in that photo, I have no doubt it's my grandfather, Santiago Sardino."

My boss appeared equally surprised, intrigued, and cautiously hopeful.

"Your grandfather? So, you knew me as a child, Isabella?" he inquired, a hint of disbelief and curiosity in his voice.

I responded truthfully, racking my brain for any trace of familiarity.

"No, I honestly don't believe I know you. Despite trying to...