Freya

The moment the words left the nurse’s mouth, everything just stopped.

My breathing stopped. My soul left my body. The words echoed in my head again and again like a broken record.

“Your grandma has been poisoned.”

A sarcastic, forced laugh escaped my lips, sharp, ugly, and trembling. I must be hearing things. Maybe I misheard what the nurse said. I must be imagining things. My mind was playing cruel tricks on me.

I spoke again, my voice cracking, “Hmm… hello? I think I misheard you. What did you say?”

The nurse’s voice came again, calm but urgent. “Your grandma was poisoned last night. Please hurry up to the...