My father and I spoke later in a café. He told me he had been searching for me and needed money for his sick son. Conflicted, I agreed to investigate. When I returned home, my grandparents were there, waiting. I asked them to explain.
They revealed that my father had fallen into addiction and was involved in the accident that killed my mother. They didn’t trust him and wanted to protect me from his instability. I checked online and saw that my father’s son was healthy, confirming my father’s request for money was a lie.
