Grandmother Discovers Hidden Truth About Grandson's Mysterious Marks

My name is Helen, and I’m sixty-four years old. I raised two children, worked as an elementary school secretary for nearly thirty years, and had been looking forward to becoming a grandmother ever since my son Scott announced that his wife, Erin, was expecting.

When Toby was born, I thought our family would become closer than ever.

I imagined taking him for walks, helping with his baths, and occasionally watching him so his parents could enjoy an evening together.