I couldn’t let her fall and die. I smashed through the window, sending glass shards flying everywhere, and rocketed toward Mom, who was falling almost faster than I could fly.
With a burst of speed, I caught Mom in both of my arms when she was about halfway between the ceiling and the floor. She looked at me with a mixture of shock and confusion in her eyes, like she didn’t understand what was going on. I just smiled back at her to show her that she was safe and that she could trust that she was safe with me.
Landing on the floor, I ripped the gag out of Mom’s mouth and said, “Mom, are you okay?”
“Mom?” Mom repeated, staring at me with a dumbfounded expression. “You’re not my son … right?”
Before I could answer that, Dad rushed up to us and threw both of his large arms around Mom. “Mar
