The puce-colored corridors of Resting Care Nursing Home always made Mark Jessup feel uncomfortable. He entered the large dining area where a group of older folks were playing bingo. His blue eyes scanned the crowd before stopping on one man in particular.

"Bingo! I've got a bingo and no one better try and share my prize money!" the older man insisted as he held up his paper card. Despite his enthusiasm, his pearl gray eyes had lost the luster they once boasted.

"Grandpa!" Mark called out from across the dining area, causing the older man to look up. He squinted and grinned.

One of the orderlies handed the older man a bag of candy. "Here you go, Mr. Jessup."

Mitchell Jessup grabbed the candy and scooted his chair back before walking towards Mark. "What brings you here? You miss your grandpa that much? Then you shouldn't have put me in a nursing home, you dumbass."

"Grandpa, you're the one that insisted, remember? You said you wanted to meet ladies your age and--"

"Enough of that!" The older man looked around. "Don't be calling me grandpa either. You make me sound old."

"You are old."

That earned Mark a slap on the shoulder from the older man. It didn't hurt but Mark pretended it did to humor him.

"Owww." Mark rubbed his shoulder, "What are you they teaching you here? Boxing? Maybe I should take you out."

Mitchell Jessup raised his hand and Mark started laughing.

"I'm kidding, Grandpa. I'm kidding."

The older man opened his bag of candy and offered a piece to Mark who pulled out a lollipop. Mitchell did the same and the two sat in a corner of the dining area.

"So, what brings you here?" Grandpa Mitchell asked. "Shouldn't you be working?"

"I took some leave so I can come see you."

Mitchell sneered but Mark knew he was trying not to smile.

"I have a case I'm working on that's been a real tough nut to crack."

The older man's eyes widened. "Well, you came to the right place. Do you know how many murders I've solved?"

"Well, this isn't a murder...not exactly. You see, I had a case involving the Dovers."

Grandpa Mitchell's eyes narrowed and he pulled the lollipop from his mouth. "Stay away from those bastards. Especially if you got yourself a girl. Greedy. That's what they are."

"Grandpa--"

"I'm warning you." he pointed his candy at Mark. "I've dealt with them firsthand. It's because of them that--"

"That what?"

"Nothing." The older man looked away as numbers were being announced for the ongoing bingo game.

"Grandpa, I know you raised me since I was five and I love you for that...but there's something that's always bothered me. Something I just couldn't understand."

"Something you couldn't understand?" Mitchell frowned. "Don't tell me I'm going to have to give you another speech about the birds and the bees, boy."

"Grandpa, I'm being serious here."

"So am I. Why is it that I don't have any great-grandchildren yet?"

Mark silently counted to five before continuing. "Grandpa, before mom and dad were in that accident...I remember something. Something I can't seem to shake."

The older man sat silently across from Mark, waiting for him to finish.

"Mom...she had a big stomach. I remember I used to place my ear against it. It's all fuzzy."

The older man cleared his throat and looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Grandpa, was mom pregnant?"

The older man paled. "I better go. I don't want to miss the next bingo game." He stood up to leave.

Mark grabbed his grandfather's hand. "Tell me the truth. Was mom pregnant? All this time I figured she must've been. As an adult I realized she probably lost the baby."

"If you already know, then why are you asking?"

"But she didn't lose that baby, did she?" Mark asked.

Mitchell slowly turned around, his mouth slightly open. "H-how did--"

"My sister is still alive, isn't she?" Mark continued. "Grandpa, I think I found her."

The old man fell back into his seat and slumped forward. "How?"

"Why did you lie about her this entire time?" Mark shook his head in disbelief. "You always said family was the most important thing. How could something like this happen?"

"You have to understand," Mitchell said, his voice gruff with emotion. "I was already in my fifties when your parents passed and your grandma was already gone. What did I know about raising two girls?"

"Two?"

"Your mom didn't make the surgery but--"

"There were two girls?" Disbelief coursed through Mark as he closed his eyes to stop himself from reeling.

"One was enough but three? I'm sorry, Mark, but I didn't have the confidence and I was ensured they'd grow up in good families. It broke my heart but I couldn't raise them. I don't even know if they look alike or not."

"I didn't find both of them...just one. I don't think they were adopted together," Mark confessed. He rubbed his hand down his face and sighed. "I can't believe this. I have two sisters?"

"You met her?" Grandpa Mitchell asked, his eyes watering. "What was she like? Was she happy?"

"She grew up rich. Lives a pampered life. She's beautiful," Mark admitted.

Grandpa Mitchell sniffled. "Good. Good for her."

"The accident mom and dad was in...you never found the driver that hit them, right?" Mark asked. He already knew the answer but he couldn't stop himself from asking the older man for details.

"No, it was at a time when we didn't have cameras that recorded everything. Or cell phones. A hit and run that put her into early labor and ended up killing both of them."

Mark nodded.

"So, what's her name?" Grandpa Mitchell asked. "What's my granddaughter's name?"

Mark frowned and shook his head. "You don't want to know."

"Of course I do. Tell me."

"Her name is Calista," Mark said softly.

"Calista? I can't believe it. How is that possible? Do you think I could see her? I wonder if she looks like your grandmother. Your mother looked just like her. It'd be nice if her daughter did too."

"Grandpa--"

"And her last name? Is she married? What's her last name?"

"That's not important."

"Just tell me," the older man insisted.

Mark closed his eyes for a moment before answering, "Dover. Her name is Calista Dover."

"D-Dover?"

Mark nodded.

"No, it...it can't be." The older man inhaled deeply, his eyes widened, and sweat broke out along his forehead. He clutched his chest before falling forward at Mark's feet.