Despite her resistance, her reminders of not loving me, I cared less. All I wanted was to be with my mother at this moment.
My hands reached for the door as I took a deep breath before knocking. I awaited a voice or the sound of the door opening, my hands gently cradling each other, my fingers fidgeting. Remembering the possibility of encountering that witch again, I knew she would create a scene and perhaps try to prevent me from seeing my mom. But I wouldn't give in to her this time.
Last time we were at the hospital, so she had her chance, but this time was different. Things wouldn't play out as she had imagined. But first, I needed to get my mom on my side, to see that witch for who she truly was. Then I would come for her and make her pay for everything.
Lost in my thoughts, I noti
