I stared at Andrew across the hotel desk.
Grandpa Henry was upstairs resting before our flight home. I’d come down to settle the bill.
Instead, the manager was looking at me like he’d been waiting for this conversation his whole life.
« That’s impossible, » I said. « He hasn’t been back to Hawaii since the war. »
« We’ve been looking for your grandfather for more than 80 years. »
Andrew’s eyes filled.
« We’ve been looking for your grandfather for more than 80 years because of what he did. »
My stomach tightened.