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 ...