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I gazed out the window at the passing trees, not really seeing just watching.
My mind began to wander.
Could grandpa really be behind this?
Why would he do something like this to a bunch of teens? And a toddler?
But if he is behind this nightmare, why would he be leading us to the Eiffel Tower?
Plus, who is Melissa?
I pressed my eyes shut trying to think of something.
Grandpa would mostly be locked in his office looking at books. Up until his death about three years ago. When he finally got to be with Grandma.
Grandma.
My eyes shot open as I jumped up, almost scaring the daylights out of Noel.
“That’s it!”
Everyone dropped their conversations and turned to look at me.
I knew I probably looked hysterical, but I did not care.
“I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before!” I walked up the aisle till I was closer to my brother. “Glenn, what was Grandma’s name?”
Glenn furrowed his brow, confused at the purpose of her name. “Charlotte Louge.”
“But Grandpa never called her that. What did he call her?”
“By her middle name.” Suddenly, realization began to show on his face.
“Melissa.”
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