Vanessa
Grandpa Delta enters with three strangers.
The first man is around grandpa's age. I squint, recognizing him.
My eyes widen, and I bite the inside of my cheek. I'm scared to look at the strangers next to him.
Brent leaps from the bed, turning around. He sounds astonished when he says, "Oh, my God."
Finally, I look at the middle-aged woman with black hair and doe eyes. Tears slowly run down her face. She's so petite that Junior looks more robust than she.
"Mom?" He steps back, hitting my nightstand.
"Glen, you talked to my granddaughter, Vanessa, on the phone," Grandpa Delta slaps him on the back as they walk into the room.
"It's nice to meet you finally," Glen looks at Junior, "wow, now that's a handsome fellow. He better be Navy."
I shake his hand, looking up at Brent.
"Brent, this is the private investigator Grandpa Delta knows. He called in a favor to help find your relatives."
Brent's not listening to me. He's still staring at the strangers.