My name is Ashley, and I’m twenty-six years old. For a while after that discovery, I was in a state of shock, wandering through my grandmother’s house in a daze. How had she hidden this from everyone for so long? And why go to such lengths to protect me? But then I remembered the past few months. My dad had been relentlessly trying to declare her mentally unfit, claiming she was senile and needed to be placed in a private nursing home, even though she was completely lucid until the very end.