Callie and I go back to the table and try to act as calm as possible, but I'm freaking out. I'm sure she is too. This makes zero sense. Why would she leave her money and everything to me? I've never even met her. I know I can't keep it; I would feel too guilty. This money belongs to Freddie.

"What did he want?" Mom asks.

"Um, he wanted to tell me about my inheritance."

"Inheritance? From Freddie's grandma?"

"Well, I guess she's my grandma too, she wrote him out of her will and replaced him with me. I can pay for dinner but I'm not keeping the rest, Freddie needs it more than I do."

"I think you should spend it," Mariana says.

"Are you kidding? No, she should invest it!" Jesus argues.

"I think you should take us Italy," Jude says. "They have better pizza there."

"You ate all of it, and half of mine," Brandon says. "And anyway, she should save that money for college."

"Will you guys stop? I'm giving it to Freddie and that's that, can we just eat please?"

The second we get out of the restaurant I dial Freddie's number; he'll be so happy. The phone rings out a couple of times but finally, he picks up.

"Freddie, I-"

"Gracie? Ah- I can't talk right now," He groans. "I'll call you back." Something's wrong, he sounds hurt.

"Who are you talking to?" I hear another voice.

"Freddie?"

"I'll call you back." He hangs up.

"Is everything okay?" I get into mom's car with everyone else.

"No. Mom, you said you checked in on Freddie, right? Can you take me to his foster home? I think something might be wrong."

"What do you mean, sweetie?" Mama says.

"We don't have time for this! He sounded like he was being hurt, please, just drive," I plead. And mom starts the car. "He was screaming, when you visited him, did he seem okay?"

"He seemed fine, but we all know that the system can seem one way when it's another. Don't worry, we're not far, but you stay in the car. All of you," She warns us. She speeds through the city until we get to 'the bad part' of town, I've stayed in plenty of foster homes around here, none of them good.

"God, I should have known he wouldn't be okay, the only good foster home I've stayed in is ours."

"Stay here." They get out of the car. Mama seems kind of scared, but mom is already in cop mode.

"What exactly did he say?" Callie says.

"He just said he couldn't talk, and he'd call me back, but I couldn't get a word in. He sounded like he needed help." My leg won't stop shaking, the other one starts to throb.

"Hey, moms are in there right now, they've got this." Brandon steadies my leg.

"No, you know what, I'm going in there." I get out of the car.

"Gracie, stop!" Brandon follows me, out of nowhere a cop car comes zooming down the street and stops a few feet behind mom's car, two cops get out with their guns in their hands.

"You live here?" One of them asks.

"No, we-"

"Then get out of here, now!" He yells. Brandon pulls me back. "NOW!"

"What the hell is going on?" Jesus yells as Brandon practically throws me in the car.

"Brandon, moms are in there, we have to go inside!"

"You don't have to do anything, mom's a cop and two others are going in right now, stop trying to save everyone!" He slams the car door, locking it, and gets in the front seat.

We all watch the house patiently; it feels very reminiscent of when I was mom and Mike's ride along. Our heads all jolt backward as we hear another vehicle coming up the street, it's a riot van, two more cops run inside.

"What the hell? Brandon, come on we've been sat here for ten minutes," I beg him to let me out.

"You're hurt, me and Jesus will go."

"We will?" Jesus questions him. "Uh yeah, we will."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Callie asks them.

"No," Brandon says. But he gets out of the car anyway, Jesus following behind him. Then suddenly the cops burst out of the front door of the house, each of them has a teenage boy handcuffed, they practically have to drag them. One by one, they put them in the back of the van. We watch Brandon and Jesus talk to the cops, and they're sent back to us.

"What did they say? Why haven't moms come out yet?"

"They're inside talking down the mom." The riot van drives off, and so do the cops. Then an ambulance comes down the street too, but no sirens.

"Where's Freddie?"

"He's in there too, I guess, they wouldn't say much." I get out of the car and try to get inside as fast as I can, speed is not easy with these crutches. The others shout after me but ultimately, they don't stop me.

"Hello?" The front door is open.

"Gracie?" Mom comes out into the hall. "I told you to wait in the car." She folds her arms. "Go back, we won't be long."

"No, I want to see Freddie." She tries to hold me back, but even with crutches, I push past her. "Freddie?"

"Gracie, no!" Mom yells. I go around the corner and Mama is there comforting a woman, it must be Freddie's foster mom. She's crying.

"Where is he? Is he okay?" I ask the woman.

"I tried to stop them, but they turned on me!" She's sobbing hysterically. What the hell is going on?

"Officer Adams-Foster?" A voice says. I turn around and two paramedics are walking in with a stretcher.

"Gracie, come on, let's go." Mama leads me outside. "Mom will be right out."

"What's happening? How bad is he hurt?" She leads me away from the house.

"Come on, sweetie get in the car." She opens the door for me, as I get in, I look back at the house, the two paramedics come out. "Don't look at that." Mama starts to cry.

"What is that?" They're holding the stretcher. I drop my crutches. "No. No, no, no."