"I want you gone." Grace pounded on the nightstand, her entire body shaking with rage.
"Mum, don't get riled up; just cool it."
"Get out! Can't you understand what I'm saying? I want you two to leave now!" Grace screamed with all her might.
Worried that this would only worsen her condition, Attlee started to get up, pulling Yolanda with him. "Alright, you rest up; we'll come see you in a few days."
"Get out!" Grace was so angry that she was nearly voiceless, her body shaking violently. After they left, she realized her face was wet.
She laughed bitterly at herself. She never imagined she'd end up so alone in her old age. Blood ties didn't mean squat.
She slowly took out a phone from underneath her pillow, checked her recent call records, and dialed Rosemary, just wanting to hear the young girl's voice. "Granny, what's wrong?" Rosemary could tell something was off from her voice: "Are you feeling down?"
