Having saved the messages, I told my best friend what had been going on.
‘You need to tell the police,’ she urged me as I sobbed.
I’d been ready to, but taking that step was much harder than I thought.
Even after all he’d done, he was still my grandad, and I knew that the revelation would tear my family apart.
I kept the messages on my phone, but I still couldn’t bring myself to report him.
So I did what I’d done before - buried the truth and tried to carry on with my life as normal.
Only, now, I refused to go anywhere with my grandad.
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