hear her call my name.
I was in the laundry room, kneeling on a folded towel because my knees could no longer take the hard floor. My fingers were submerged in freezing water. A pile of wet clothes sat beside me, heavy as stones.
The baby kicked suddenly, and I winced.
That was when I heard her voice.
“Emily?”
I froze.
Slowly, I turned.
My mother stood in continue reading …