I thought helping my granddaughter clean out the attic would mean dust, old decorations, and a few embarrassing photos from my teenage years. Then she found one picture, stared at it for a little too long, and said something that made me realize the past might not be as settled as I believed.
I was cleaning the attic with my granddaughter Ellie when she found the photograph I had spent forty-two years pretending meant less to me than it did.
