Brielle grabbed my wrist again.
I screamed.
“SECURITY! HELP!”
My mother tightened her hands around Clara’s blanket.
Then the hospital-room doors burst open.
Grant was standing there.
But he wasn’t alone.
Behind him stood two hospital security officers, a uniformed police officer, and a gray-haired man in a navy suit carrying a leather folder.
My mother went completely white.
Grant didn’t look confused.
He looked furious.
“Take your hands off my daughter.”
Diane froze.
The security officers acted immediately.
One pulled Brielle away from the bed.
The other moved between
