48 Years of Lies,The Husband Who Never Came Home

After my grandmother gave birth to three children, my grandfather left to seek his fortune overseas.

From then on, the only connection between them was a thin trickle of letters sent home from abroad.

Now my grandmother was dying of cancer, and her last wish was to see him one more time. So I traveled south and found him.

White-haired but sharp-eyed, my grandfather carried himself with the polished bearing of a distinguished professor.

I couldn't stop myself from speaking up during his lecture：“Professor Dickerson, I heard you remarried. Is that true?”