Did her grandpa meet Bonnie and Clyde? In this emotional essay, Lauren Hough attempts to find out — but eventually realizes it doesn’t matter either way.

Downstairs, in a hallway, are the framed newspaper clippings to remind me why I’m here—Bonnie and Clyde and Grandpa Chuck. My grandpa, thankfully, isn’t mentioned in the clippings. He wouldn’t be. From what I can tell, if his story’s true, he was just a little kid.