Everything inside me turned cold.
“What?”
“You’re hysterical. Give her to me.”
“No!”
She grabbed the blanket around Clara.
My daughter screamed even louder.
I held on.
“Mom, stop!”
“If you won’t help your sister, maybe you don’t deserve everything you’ve been given.”
I stared at her.
The words made no sense.
Not yet.
“Get away from my baby!”
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 my mother and Clara.
Brielle started shouting.
“This is insane! We didn’t do anything!”
The police officer looked at her.
