Chapter 12

When I walked in, I didn’t know what I was truly expecting, but this was definitely not it. My mother, who I get my long white hair from and who was always there to shelter me from my sperm donor’s wrath, was gasping for breath on the floor in front of the staircase. She had her face directed away from the door, but I knew she wasn’t okay. Her hair was matted in blood, and her hand was clutching at the side I couldn’t see. Hoping it was just a head wound and not something even more serious I gently…