My 70-year-old grandmother received a Valentine’s gift from Todd, the only man she ever truly loved—someone she hadn’t seen in fifty years. But when she refused to meet him, fearing the past, I decided to step in. Could I reunite them, or was some love meant to stay in the past?Valentine’s Day was a reminder of my own loneliness, and to escape it, I visited my grandmother in her quiet town. She showed me a letter from Todd,
the man she had loved during a single night in Paris fifty years ago. They had agreed to meet again, but she never showed up because of her mother’s funeral. Todd never knew why, and she never saw him again.Now, after all these years, Todd reached out, hoping to rekindle their love. My grandmother, however, refused to meet him, so I took matters into my own hands.
