![]() ![]() ![]() “Mom.” Feeling frustrated, I shove the paper into her hand. I’m pretty sure it also made her hate me. Only instead of making her strong and powerful…it made her weak and fragile. ![]() ![]() Just like a secret superpower, it was invisible. Something was wrong with our mom, but it wasn’t something you could see. He claimed she was sick, but she didn’t sound sick.Īs usual, my older brother was trying to protect us from the truth. Last week she was in bed for four days while our dad was away on a work trip. Ignoring me and the paper I’m trying to show her, she continues furiously cleaning the house. “Mom,” I say for what must be the hundredth time in the last five minutes. “But I should warn you…it’s dark inside.” “Me being real.” My breath hitches when he places my hand over his wildly beating heart. “I don’t have time for your stupid games, Cole. I go to flick on the light, but he stops me. The small space is cramped enough as it is, but with two of us in here, it’s almost suffocating. Not bothering with a response, he shoves me inside and closes the door behind us. ![]()
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