“I can’t believe he’s truly gone,” she whispered, running her hand along the old oak dresser.The room smelled of old books and the faint scent of Granddad’s favorite pipe tobacco and his signature Aqua Velva aftershave. After a moment, Brooke’s eyes fell on a framed photo of her parents on the nightstand. She was truly alone in this world now, as they had died years ago in a freak car accident. As she began the daunting task of sorting through Granddad’s belongings, her mind wandered to how Granddad had never allowed anyone to touch his bed.“Don’t you ever touch that mattress, young lady,” Granddad would say whenever Brooke jumped and bounced on the surface as a child. “It’s got more secrets than you can imagine.”