Amber's pov
My grandma has refused to tell me who damaged my door. It's been almost a full day and she has refused to give me a hint. Why would someone come into the house and damage my door with a hammer? The more I reflected on it, the more I started remembering what happened. Yesterday, I remembered that I started losing breath and I started calling my grandma's name.
“Oh!” I stood up at once. My grandma saved my life. I was sitting in the sitting room and my grandma was inside her room. She had just finished bathing when I entered the room. Her towel was still around her chest.
“Amber!” she said aloud as she wasn't expecting me and I opened the door without a knock. She was on call and her phone fell from her hand as she was startled by me. She quickly picked up her call, maybe she ended the call because of me or probably the call had ended. I didn't border if my grandma was hiding something from me. I went and sat on her bed and I said,
“Grandma, thank you so much for wh
