we have?”
Neither answered.
I tightened my arm around Clara.
“How do you know, Brielle?”
My mother’s expression shifted.
Barely.
But I saw it.
That was when irritation turned into fear.
I reached toward the hospital tray.
“Where’s my phone?”
“You don’t need it right now,” Diane said.
I stared at her.
“What does that mean?”
Brielle stepped nearer.
“It means stop acting dramatic and give me the card.”
“No.”
Her expression hardened.
“Natalie.”
“I said no.”
“Give me the damn card.”
“Get out.”
For a moment, she looked genuinely
