After work, I finally noticed multiple missed calls on my phone, so I immediately called back.
"Hello, Ms. Clark, this is the nursing home. We need you to come over as soon as possible."
When I arrived, chaos greeted me. Several men stood outside, clearly from some kind of gang. They were armed with spray paint cans and weapons like bats and pipes.
Forcing myself to stay calm, I walked over. "What do you want with my grandmother?!"
The bald man leading them tossed a stack of papers in my face. "Take a look for yourself. Your grandmother owes us for a high-interest loan. So, when are you planning to pay up?"
I opened the contract and froze. There it was, clear as day—my grandmother's name, written in her unmistakable handwriting.
Three million dollars... How could she have borrowed th
