Panic. Complete and total panic.
There were so many things Irene and her grandmother were supposed to do together. Even just hours before she apparently died, Kara was looking forward to the stories she was going to tell her.
Irene's words were caught in her throat as her mother stood there, shrinking at the sight of her daughter, emotionlessly staring at her because of the shock she was experiencing.
Rochelle rushed forward and grasped her daughter's shoulders. She silently pleaded for more emotion than that. As usual, she felt like the villain in Irene's life, only there to deliver her bad news.
"That's impossible," Irene managed to say, her voice hollow. "She told me she was looking forward to everything I had learned while traveling. Grandmother was so energetic last night. There's no way this is possible."
