Heartless. What about me? I am dying too.
“She loves my husband,” I said softly. “A-and you’re telling me I should be happy about that?”
“Yes,” my mother cut in. “At least she loves someone we know. Someone respectable. Not some random man. You should be grateful.”
Grateful. Wow.
My father added, “Gusion will be her husband now. For Nana’s sake, it’s best if you cooperate. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
Something inside me broke clean in half. I screamed until I passed out.
I didn’t say another word.
I threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall and shattered before sliding down to the floor. Then I buried my face into the pillow and screamed until my throat burned and my body shook.
I woke up to a silence that felt wrong. My head was pounding, heavy and sharp at the same time.
Then I sat up.
Nana’s bed was empty.
My heart dropped straight into my stomach.
“Nana?” I called out, already standing, already panicking.
I ran down the hallway, checking her room again like she might magically appear. Bathroom. Living room. Kitchen.
“Nana!” My voice cracked.
Nothing.
My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped my phone when I called my mother.