I instinctively curled around her.
“Brielle!”
My mother rushed forward.
For one foolish, hopeful second, I thought she was about to pull my sister away.
Instead, Diane reached for Clara.
“Give me the baby.”
Everything inside me turned cold.
“What?”
“You’re hysterical. Give her to me.”
“No!”
She grabbed the blanket around Clara.
My daughter screamed even louder.
I held on.
“Mom, stop!”
“If you won’t help your sister, maybe you don’t deserve everything you’ve been given.”
I stared at her.
The words made no sense.
Not yet.
“Get away from my baby!”
Brielle grabbed my wrist again.
I screamed.
“SECURITY! HELP!”
My mother tightened her hands around Clara’s blanket.
Then the hospital-room doors burst open.
Grant was standing there.
But he wasn’t alone.
Behind him stood two hospital security officers, a uniformed police officer, and a gray-haired man in a navy suit carrying a leather folder.
