Briar
I locked myself in the store, holding the phone to my ear.
“Your grandmother’s fine. Well, she’s alive. I think you’re right, she was drugged or they’re keeping her drugged. This is just speculation.”
“Do things like that even happen?”
“Yeah, for violent patients, but Ariel isn’t violent.”
I remembered her smile but not much else. She was moved into the care facility, and I didn’t see much of her.
“She looked awful. How do I get her out? She might even be better off at home.”
“You can’t get her out. I’ve never seen my boss so livid. When she’s mad, she likes to ramble. She spoke about how Ariel’s son didn’t give a damn about her why would the granddaughter care now?”
She was right, I had been slacking as a granddaughter. However, could I go back to being a stone-cold silent
