“Grandpa said your blood has to match,” she murmured.

I set down the marker.

“Grandpa was wrong.

Blood can tell you something about where you came from.

It cannot measure how much someone loves you or whether they are your family.” She considered that.

“What about Grandma?” “She is related to me,” I said.

“But she has not behaved in a way that makes it safe to visit her right now.

Adults must earn trust too.”