Before Marie could fully process what was happening, the voice continued. “I have your grandson here. He wants to talk to you.” Marie’s stomach twisted into knots as she heard a familiar voice crackle through the line.
“Grandma, it’s me, Danny,” the voice said, shaky and filled with distress. “I’m in trouble, Grandma. I need your help. Please.” Marie’s eyes welled with tears. “Danny? What happened, my dear?” she asked, her voice breaking.