Chapter three:
The moment she opened the front door, she found her granny standing there, her expression grim with anticipation. Jeraldine nodded at her, and the women took in a breath of relief.
‘I got it, grams.’ She said and hugged the older woman.
The latter was a sobbing mess. Eleanor hadn’t told her granddaughter, for the girl was grieving. Still, she wanted more than anything to find the people responsible for the death of her son. She, too, like Jeraldine, did not believe the story. But now, seeing the girl trying so hard to get justice for her father reminded her of her son.
Jeraldine was just like her father, Eleanor had come to realize. She shared the same passion and dedication, and both of them knew right from wrong.
‘Come on. Grams. It is supposed to be a happy day.’ She said, trying to calm her grandmother down when it clicked. She knew what they should do right now. ‘Grams, how about we order pizza, and go through the carton, you’ve been asking me to?’
‘Are you sure you want to do that?’
‘Yes. I think it would give me the motivation, I need for Monday.’
Half an hour later, they both found themselves on the floor of the living room couch. Before the woman was a box of old pictures that Jeraldine had kept in her attic. Not knowing what to do with them; she brought them with her.

The box was full of pictures of her father and her mother and the three of them together. It was going to be rough, she knew, but she had promised herself that she would start to move on if she got the position at the Blackwood Company.
And this was the first step.
Every picture had a story, and her grandmother told her about them all. She narrated how crazy in love her dad was when he first saw her mother and how angry his own dad was at him. The whole house was a war zone back then.
Her father met her mother on a trip to Europe. Lost amidst one of the ancient castles’ sights, her father found a lost maiden somewhere in old England, crying by the corridors. Being the gentlemen that he was, he went ahead to ask after the young lady.
It was love at first sight.
He saw her, and he knew that he had found her princess.
Her father was a man who was gentle and loving to those who knew him. He was funny and outgoing, but he would instead come off as rude and broody to those who did not know him personally.
The man was also a sight to hold in his younger days. McDreamy – like the girls in his school would call him. McDreamy with the bad boy reputation.
All the girls wanted him, and he was waiting for his own damsel in distress. The girl he would be suitable for, as he put it many times.