Surprise

I didn't expect Grandad to be sitting on the couch with a cup of black coffee. BLACK COFFEE! Watching him drink anything non-alcoholic gives me the shivers.

Something's wrong.

"Grandad?"

"Yes, my boy!"

"How come you're not at home?"

"I've been thinking about my last case as a police officer. Little boy with down syndrome dropped down dead in the playground at school. Only seven. Bless his heart. An unexpected death, we had to go and investigate."

His coffee cup clatters in his hand, louder than the rain outside.

"You've never told me this." I sit next to him. "Do you want to talk about it."