I locked my phone and slipped it back into my pocket.The city had completely disappeared from view. Outside the window, there was nothing but rolling green mountains and the occasional village flashing past.Sunlight spread across the sky in a dazzling golden haze. The clouds were thin, and wherever the light broke through, it was almost painfully bright.I leaned back in my seat, wondering what Grandpa was doing now.He was probably already down at the end of the alley, sitting beneath the old locust tree and playing chess with the neighbors. He'd have that well-worn set of chess pieces in his hand, and he'd probably be saying, as always, that he wouldn't go home until he won.My phone buzzed.I pulled it out and saw a voice message from Grandpa. He must have just figured out how to send voice messages.I tapped it open, and his rough, weathered voice came through the speaker.In the background, I could hear the crisp clack of chess pieces hitting the board. "Anna, you're on
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