"Try not to scream okay?"
"Sweetie no," she pleaded, "We're not kicking her out, it's just..."
"It's just what?" I angrily yelled. "You were there that day, we were all there. Her parents buried an empty casket, they basically disowned her just because she isn't perfect and you want to send her back there?"
"We could talk to them," she suggested in a gentle voice.
My mouth fell open and I got even more enraged, "Talk to them? Those people are crazy, we can't communicate with crazy people."
"She needs to be with her family," Grandma argued.
"She needs to be where persons actually care about her," I retorted.
I glared at the lady I thought I knew as kind-hearted and generous, "Once the police find out who hurt Amelia, I'm leaving and there's nothing you can say or do to stop me."
I looked at my phone again before I walked over to the door and opened it, "I need you to leave."