When I saw the cruel message scrawled on my recovering grandpa’s dusty car, I was livid. But uncovering the culprit’s identity was just the beginning. What I did next would teach this entitled neighbor a lesson she’d never forget.Two months ago, I was at work when my phone rang. It was Mom.“Meg, it’s Grandpa,” she barely managed to speak. “He’s in the hospital. He—”“What? Hospital?” I cut her off, totally blindsided. “What happened?”“He had a heart attack,” Mom continued in her shaky voice. “We gotta go see him.”“Oh my God, Mom, is he okay?”“I don’t know, Meg…”“I’ll be there as fast as I can, Mom,” I replied as I quickly logged out of my work email.The thing is, Grandpa Alvin is my rock, my confidant, and my favorite person in the world. It won’t be wrong to say that I love him more than Mom. Shh! It’s a secret!