KAIA REYES
I helped my mother into the bed, careful not to touch the sore part of her side. She winced slightly, but didn’t complain. She hadn’t said much since the accident—not that I expected her to.
I mean, after our word exchange or should I say.. argument, she stopped talking to me.
Once she was settled, I adjusted the pillow behind her back.
“Do you need anything?” I asked, brushing her hair away from her face.
She shook her head, her eyes fixed on some invisible spot on the wall.
“Okay. Just… try to feel comfortable. I’m right here, okay? Anything you need, just call me.”
She didn’t reply. Not even a nod this time.
I started to turn, but halfway to the door, I stopped and looked back at her. My fingers curled around the doorframe, grounding me.
“Can you… please not make t
