Claire
It was already late afternoon when I finally decided to step out of my room. I still wasn’t feeling well—my head kept spinning and I’d throw up anything I tried to eat. Grandpa wanted to take me to the hospital, but I told him I was fine.
To be honest, I did want to go—but I just didn’t want anyone with me. I told him I just needed more rest and that it wasn’t anything serious. He didn’t like it, but he let it go.
I only started feeling better this afternoon, so I went downstairs. Grandpa might start worrying if I stayed locked in my room all day. The dizziness was gone, so I figured it was safe.
I headed to the kitchen to get something to drink, but before I stepped inside, I heard the helpers talking—and not quietly.
Curious, I peeked through the kitchen door to see what the
