Betty's POV. 

When I picked up the phone, I froze when I saw the name flashing on the screen.

It was Grandma calling. 

My stomach twisted as Grandma never called this late.

A chill of unease crept up my spine as I sat up, and the pale glow of the screen lit my face. 

Something didn’t feel right. I paused for a moment before I answered.

“Hello? Grandma?” I said, trying to sound calm.

But I heard an unfamiliar voice that was calm and polite. “Hello, is this Betty Daniels?”

My ...