Scylla:
There's an ache in my belly as we run towards our destination. I had fantasized about my mother since I was a little girl. My father had pictures of her everywhere when I was a kid. When we moved to Rogue Creek, he put them all in an album and gave it to me as a sweet sixteen birthday gift.
As a kid, I would get lost in the idea of having her hold me. I wanted to know the sound of her voice. I want to have her scent engraved all around me the same way I have my father's. There were so many things I wanted to ask her. So many things I wanted to do with her. I had often asked myself if maybe I got my attitude and instincts from her. How did she know she was prepared to face death in order to protect me?
Not once did I ever imagine that I would set out to kill the woma
