ANYTA'S POV
“Your peace of mind is expensive, and I am stubborn,” she retorted, though her voice was weaker. “I’m not going to the hospital so they can tell me I have tuberculosis.”
A laugh burst out of me, but I quickly tamped down and swallowed.
“You found that amusing, good,” Grandma smiled at me. “Now, stop hovering. You’re making me feel like a museum exhibit.”
I bit my lip, the anxiety about her health swirling into the existing pool of the revelation about my bestfriend. I knew better than to push her when she used that tone, but I made a mental note to keep an eye on her if she was staying for more than the night.
Or call her first thing in the morning if she insisted on leaving.
And maybe check in with Alice later tonight.
As for Clay…
I swallowed hard, I would have to tal
