Dominic
Tessa screamed.
Before I registered what was happening, Mira was running back into the living room.
I was right behind her, but it took me a moment to register what was happening.
Tessa was standing, yelling, flailing.
Ward was trying to calm her down.
Mira was on the ground, hovering over my grandmother.
My grandmother was on the ground, unconscious.
I took a step closer, trying to assess the situation without crowding Mira as she my grandmother’s vitals and looked her over.
“What happened?” I turned to Tessa and Ward.
“She, she—“ Tessa was never good under stress.
“We were talking, and then she heard your raised voices in the kitchen,” Ward explained. “She got up to follow you and then she just, collapsed.”
“Don’t worry, she’s breathing fine,” Mira said with
