“Being short sucks.
Why is no one talking?
Mitchell moves with me, but I’m so intent on reaching Gram, I don’t notice.
I see what everyone else does last.
She’s not here.
Dad is blank, in the middle of pulse-com with someone.
“What in the blue hell is happening?” Gramps shouts.
“Shh,” Mia says softly, and Gramps sucks on his cig like a joint.
Dad turns to him. “Intensive care. Organ failure.”
“Where?” Gramps voice is like a gun going off, and I flinch.
“Upper floor.”
“Can I swear now?” Pax asks.
“Not funny, youngster. Now get moving,” Clyde says. He and Bobbi race into the hall.
“It's all I could find,” Tiff says apologetically as we come out.
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