Chapter 8: What Hannah Said
My mother looked at me like I had betrayed her.
“I raised you,” she hissed. “And now you’re going to believe that girl over your own mother?”
Before I could answer, Hannah’s weak voice came from the doorway.
“Don’t call me that.”
I turned.
She stood supported by a nurse, pale as paper, one hand gripping the rail beside her.
Her eyes locked on mine.
There was no anger in them.
Only exhaustion.
And a grief so deep it made me want to fall to my knees.
“Hannah,” I whispered.
I moved toward her, but stopped before touching her.
For the first time, I understood that my presence might not feel safe simply because I was sorry.
“She took my phone,” Hannah said.
Her voice shook, but she did not look away.
“She said you needed peace. She said I was ruining your life with my weakness.”
My mother scoffed behind me.
“You see? Dramatic.”
Hannah flinched.
And that flinch told me everything. Continue Reading ⬇️
