Liana's POV
The shriek sliced through the house like a blade. Not Cam's usual shriek of laughter or argument—but a raw, terror-filled cry that made my blood freeze. I took off before I even knew I was moving, heart racing, feet barely hitting the floor. Stanley's boots pounded after me.
"Cam!" I screamed, terror constricting my throat.
She was in my mother's room, shaking next to her grandmother who was on the floor—dead.
Grandma!" Cam cried, her little hands trembling as she stretched to grab my mother. "Wake up!"
I fell to my knees, grabbing for my mother. Her skin was cold and sweaty, her breathing ragged and shallow.
"Mom. Mom!" I struck her cheek, checked for a pulse. Still going, thank God. But slow. Weak. I glared up at Stanley. "Call an ambulance."
He was already on the phon
