"A nursing home?"
"Exactly, which is why I'm unable to reach my mother at the moment. Grace instructed the caretaker to keep the phone away from her, ensuring my mother wouldn't receive any distressing news while she's still healing."
"The caretaker also won't return the phone to my mother because Grace deceived her, claiming I suffer from mental health issues and frequently skip my medication," Amara clenched her jaw before stopping abruptly as the motion intensified the ache in her cheeks. "Now that I can no longer use our mother to pressure Grace, she had the audacity to assault me—striking and kicking my face. What a vicious creature."
"I had no idea she could be so unhinged," Charles whispered. "You've never actually hurt her, have you?"
"Of course not," Amara scoffed. "All I ever did was ask her to fulfill my requests. Nothing harmful—just what any younger sister should expect from her older sibling."
Charles bobbed his head in understanding.
