At a family dinner, my grandson leaned over and said quietly, “grandma, you’re not safe here. please leave right now.” i didn’t understand, but he looked serious. “just trust me,” he said. i left—and that choice changed everything. i found out what they had in mind later…

Grandma, leave here now.” My grandson, Tyler, grabbed my arm in panic at what I thought was just a family birthday party. His eyes were wide with fear, and he was practically dragging me toward the exit. I was confused. The evening had been lovely—great food, expensive wine, interesting conversations. Why was he so desperate to get me out of there?