Betty's POV. 

I stepped out onto the small balcony, the cool evening air brushing softly against my face. The city lights shimmered below like scattered stars. 

Holding my phone tightly, I scrolled to Grandma’s number and pressed call.

The line rang up to three times. Still, there is no answer.

“Come on, Grandma, pick up,” I whispered, my voice low and worried. 

I tried again, pacing slowly across the narrow balcony. Each unanswered ring made my chest tighten a little more.

I ...