My 8-year-old adopted granddaughter stayed at home while my son and his wife took their biological son

She took a deep breath with difficulty and told me she was alone.

For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood her.

“Who dumped you?” I asked carefully.

“Dad… Amber… and Toby went to Orlando,” she said, her voice breaking.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

“Is there no one with you?” I insisted.

“No… I’m alone,” she answered softly. “Mrs. Gable said I could go to the house next door if I needed help… but they left last night.”

I sat down, trying to process what he was saying.

—Did they leave you alone? And did they take Toby?

“They said I had to go to school soon… but Toby didn’t have to go,” she whispered.

I clenched my jaw.

—Grandpa… why didn’t they take me too?

I didn’t have an answer that an eight-year-old girl could understand.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I told him firmly.

“But why?” he asked again.

“I don’t know yet,” I admitted. “But I’m going to find you right now.”