When Dorothea picked up the phone, her mind went blank.
Linda glanced over, sensing something was wrong. “Dorothea, what is it?”
Snapping back to herself, Dorothea grabbed her car keys and darted out the door. “Please look after Garth. I’m not coming home tonight.”
Her hands shook on the steering wheel. The streetlights blurred past her, their halos spinning like the hand fan her grandmother used to cool her off as a child.
When her grandfather died, Dorothea felt like she’d lost everything. It was her grandmother who pulled her back from that darkness. Those two were her whole world. After she turned five, her grandparents were all she had left to call family. Whenever she saw other kids with loving parents, she’d remind herself—at least she still had Grandma and Grandpa.
But now Grandpa was gone. If she lost Grandma too...
The light turned green. Dorothea swiped away her tears and sped toward the hospital.
She barely remembered parking. She ran straight for the emergency room. “Doctor, how’s my grandma?”
“You’re Pauline’s family, right? Here’s the surgery consent form, sign it quickly. She had a sudden cardiac arrest. We’re working on her now.”
Dorothea’s hand shook so badly she could hardly write her name. “Please, doctor, save my grandma. Please.”
The doctor took the form from her. “We’ll do everything we can. Please cooperate with us.”
Staring at the closed doors of the operating room, Dorothea felt completely lost. Just a few days ago, Grandma was fine. How did things go so wrong, so fast?
A voice called her name. “Dorothea.”
She looked up. The caregiver stood there, and Dorothea’s tears started flowing all over again. “How could Grandma get sick so suddenly?”
The caregiver bit her lip, hesitating. “Dorothea, your mom came by today. She brought a young girl with her to see your grandmother.”
The caregiver lowered her voice. “I think I overheard them talking about something... online bullying, maybe? Your grandma asked me to get my phone and read her some comments. They were under one of your Twitter posts. There were some really nasty ones. I think it upset her...”
Elise.
Of course. It was them again.
Dorothea’s jaw tightened. “Did the girl have long hair?”
“Yes. She did.”
So, her wonderful mother had brought Carola here to torment her grandmother.
The caregiver’s voice was thick with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Dorothea. I shouldn’t have read those comments, but Pauline insisted and I just... I didn’t think it through.”
“It’s not your fault,” Dorothea said quietly. “I’m too soft. That’s the problem.”
She never expected Elise would still be stirring up trouble after all this time.

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