I narrowed my eyes at my mother, stunned by what she had just said.
“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice sharp with disbelief.
“Of course I am,” she replied, her tone too casual for the conversation. “I mean, the bullet just didn't hit anywhere vital from what I hear. I’m sure he’s going to be fine. But if it had struck somewhere more critical… we could have been talking about something else right now. We wouldn’t even be worried about him anymore.”
I stared at her, horrified. She didn’t just say that. She couldn’t have meant that.
“Are you saying… are you actually wishing the bullet had hit his heart? Or his head? Do you wish he had died?” My voice shook as the words left me.
“No, no, no,” she rushed to say, raising her hands like she could shove the words back in. “I would never sa
