Four or five hulking men burst into the room and locked the door behind them.
I tried to force my way through. I'd barely reached the doorway when two massive bodyguards shoved me hard.
I stumbled and crashed to the floor. My forehead struck the sharp corner of the coffee table, and something warm immediately trickled down my temple.
"Let go of me!" I struggled to get back up.
But Tamara walked over to me.
She pulled out her phone, unhurried, and dialed a video call. Then she shoved the screen in my face.
"Recognize this place?"
One glance was all it took. Every drop of blood in my body went cold.
On the screen was the nursing home where my grandmother lived.
Inside the ICU, several men were roughly shoving nurses aside. One of them already had his hand on the ventilator tube keeping my grandmother alive.
She was unconscious, but her brow was furrowed tight, as if she were enduring tremendous pain.
"Stop it! Don't touch her!" I thrashed and fought, but the bodyguards pinned me to the floor.
"Tamara Cooley, if you lay a finger on my grandmother, I will kill you!"
Crack. Tamara's palm connected with my face so hard my ears rang and my vision blurred.