C279 One Wrong Step, One Wrong Step, 17

When I got into the car, I frowned slightly. I had always been curious about the fact that my grandmother knew Grandpa Juarez. When she took me out of Mufato, she said that Grandpa Juarez was an old friend.

I didn't think too much about it at the time, but now that I think about it, it was true. My grandmother had lived her entire life in this small town called Mufato