The blood froze in my veins. Jason, my son, a good man dedicated to working for his family, was being betrayed by his own wife and his brother-in-law.

I put on my turn signal and stopped the car completely. “I’m really scared, Grandma,” Dylan murmured, his head bowed. “If I tell Dad, he’s going to get mad at me because he always trusts Mom.”

His words tore my heart apart. I reached my hand back, taking his, which was trembling.

“You’re the only one I dare to tell,” Dylan continued, his eyes red. “I don’t want them to hurt Dad.”

I squeezed my grandson’s hand tightly, holding back my own tears. “Honey, you did the right thing by telling me,” I said with a shaky voice. “I will find a way. Don’t be afraid.”