Is she okay?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“I spoke to Dr. Grayson,” Jason said softly. “Her health has deteriorated, Olivia. Faster than they expected. He says… he says long-distance travel is out of the question. Even a two-hour drive to Riverside Manor would be too much for her heart.”

I sank into the kitchen chair, the room suddenly feeling cold. My grandmother had been my rock when my mother was too busy selling penthouses to attend my school plays. She was the one who taught me that dignity wasn’t about what you owned, but how you treated people—a lesson that led me to my career as a caregiver at the local senior support center.