For the next few days, Agatha was a godsend. She slipped into the role of nanny so naturally, nurturing and caring for us with the tenderness of a mother. Her presence was like a warm blanket, a constant source of calm and positive energy that spread through our home. I couldn't have been more grateful. Her unwavering optimism truly rubbed off on us, filling us with a newfound certainty that Dad would be home soon. We started getting everything ready, picturing his return and eager to greet him with big smiles.
It was the fifth day of Agatha being with us when an unexpected call came in.
"Grandpa!" I chirped, my voice bubbling with cheer. I heard him sigh on the other end.
"Girl, why didn't you tell me about your father?" he grumbled, his voice laced with frustration. "I heard the news
