I didn't cry when I left the hospital. I didn't cry when Director Grant tore into me. I didn't cry when Vivian stabbed me in the back. But standing there, shielded by a group of elderly residents, I felt my eyes burn.
Mrs. Cole stood on the other side, and for the first time, she looked flustered. She probably hadn't expected that someone she'd treated like a pushover would have so many people defending her.
"You're all just ganging up on me! I'll sue you! All of you!" Her voice wavered, nowhere near as confident as before.
Soon the police arrived. Tom's son had called ahead, and the local precinct sent two officers, a veteran and a younger officer.
The senior officer looked at my face, then at Mrs. Cole, and frowned. "Who started it?"
Mrs. Cole shrank back, but she still tried to tal
