Over the phone, Dad asked, "What? Holly was shot in the library?"As soon as Dad hung up, he turned to me and said, "Your sister got hurt in the library. Mr. Shaffer said we need to get to the hospital right away."Feigning ignorance, I followed Dad out the door. He sped all the way to Droveford Hospital. That place couldn't have been more familiar to me.Mom was the hospital's star neurosurgeon, the best there was. Before long, everyone was gathered outside the operating room.My grandparents from both sides were all there. My maternal grandmother, whom I call Granny, was wiping her tears.She pointed an accusatory finger at me, choking out, "How do you have the nerve to show your face here? Where were you when something like this happened to Holly?"Gramps, my maternal grandfather, didn't say a single word, but the look he gave me was filled with disappointment and condemnation.My paternal grandparents, Grandpa and Grandma, were staring at me with the same look of disapproval
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