“For you and your granddaughter,” Brandon replied.

“Why?” I demanded, tightening my grip on the edge of the door.

He didn’t answer me directly with words.

Instead, he pulled a crisp gloss photograph out of the thick brown envelope and slid it carefully through the small narrow gap in the door.

I almost refused to take it from his fingers out of sheer suspicion.

But then my eye caught the brilliant shimmer of the gold ring on the woman’s hand.

A smiling middle-aged woman stood beside a young teenage girl, her arm wrapped lovingly around the girl’s thin shoulders.