But he was wrong. The one running out of good days wasn't me.
It was them.
"But Grandma Abbott fainted because of me. She's definitely going to blame me..."
Grandma? My heart seized.
"I've already taken care of things at the hospital. Don't worry."
Piers's voice was light, almost careless, but it sent ice through my fingertips.
There was a time when he'd rush to Grandma's side at the slightest sign of discomfort, refusing to leave until she was better.
Back then, he'd told me, "I love you, so of course I'll take care of the people you love."
But if everything he'd ever done for me was a lie, why would he lift a finger for Grandma?
He went on. "This isn't your fault. She's old. These things happen. And to make sure Geraldine doesn't come after you over this, I won't let the old woman wake up."
Every drop of blood in my body ran backward.
His "taking care of things" had nothing to do with getting Grandma better treatment.
He was trading her life for Julie's peace of mind.
To protect that woman, he wouldn't even spare my last living relative.
I stumbled out of the restaurant, dialing Grandma's number with shaking hands. A hospital nurse picked up. I demanded the address and raced there.