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We each took a seat on a lounge chair and I waited for her to say something. When she didn’t speak, I snapped, “Start talking I am not getting any younger here.”
"Okay, okay. Don't get your knickers in a bunch," Sara snapped. "I don't see why you are being so aggressive about this. It's not like anything was ever going to happen to your precious son’s pack."
"Are you dense? My granddaughter is dead. My grandson is dead. Surely you cannot be so stupid as to think that there will be no ramifications for that," I told her.
"They weren’t supposed to die!" Sara shouted defensively.
"Why don't you just tell us how this all began," I interjected, trying to prevent her from going into a total meltdown.
"Well, it's simple. Mine and Sienna’s previous pack was just like every other pack. F
