“I’m at Grandma’s, silly!” She grinned. “She said we’ll get to watch the water rush under the house and everything.”

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

“You’re on Cape Hatteras?” I tried to keep my face as relaxed as possible.

“Yep! Mommy had an audition, so she went to L.A.”

My jaw dropped before I managed to close it. “So it’s just you and Grandma?”

“Yeah, but she’s downstairs.” Her voice dropped to a whisper again. “She fell off the ladder a little bit ago. It’s so windy.”

Mercy, God. Please, mercy.

“Is she okay?”

Finley pursed her lips, then sighed. “It took forever to scoot to the couch.” Her face fell. “She told me to go upstairs and play because it hurt so bad.”

My thoughts raced. “Okay, I want you to take me to her. Go downstairs and take the phone.”

“I’ll get in trouble!”

“No, you won’t. I promise. Go.”

She sighed but did it. The phone bounced at different angles as she plodded down the steps.

“Grandma? Morgan wants to talk to you.” The phone moved forward, and Vivian came into view. She was on the couch, just like Finley had said.

“Morgan?” She was pale as hell, and the lines of her face were etched with pain. “How are you, dear?”

“How hurt are you?” I asked, throwing manners out the window.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” She tried to force a smile.

“Vivian. Please. You have Finley. So let’s not beat around the bush.” My hand gripped my phone so tight I was surprised it didn’t crack.

“I think I broke something,” she said quietly. “I can’t move anything from my hip down.”

Shit. “Did you call 911?”

“They pulled all the emergency responders, dear. It’s okay. We’ll just wait it out.” Her eyes closed as she breathed heavily. “Sorry. It’s a bit uncomfortable.”

“What were you doing on a ladder?” I asked, unable to stay quiet.

“There’s more that goes into hurricane prep than boarding up windows, young lady.” Her lips pursed.

“It’s going to be days until someone can get to you if you guys don’t get out now. Can you drive? Or call someone who can?”

She shook her head. “I can’t move, and I’m not calling people to leave the safety of their homes. The winds are already up around eighty miles per hour. Now don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours. I’ve weathered far worse hurricanes than this one.”

The phone beeped on their end.

“Oh, that’s Daddy. I’ll talk to you later, Morgan!” Fin exclaimed.

She didn’t wait for me to say good-bye. My screen went black.