my mother and Clara.
Brielle started shouting.
“This is insane! We didn’t do anything!”
The police officer looked at her.
“Ma’am, step away.”
Grant rushed to my side.
“Natalie.”
His voice cracked.
I hadn’t even realized I was crying until he wiped the tears from my face.
“Are you hurt?”
“My incision—Clara—”
He checked Clara first.
She was crying, but breathing normally.
A nurse rushed in seconds later, checked my vitals, then examined Clara.
Behind her, Brielle kept yelling.
“This is a family argument!”
The man in the navy suit
