Adaline
My mother is dead.
She approached us at the restaurant.
She greeted me. She suffered a cardiac arrest. She fell on the floor. She died.
I didn't feel anything about it. I felt numb about it. I just stared at her body on the floor as Ace freaked out and called the ambulance and made sure she was taken to the morgue and made more calls. I was just numb. And speechless.
Now I'm lying in bed, next to Ace.
I'm staring at the ceiling, lost in a sea of thoughts.
Ace wakes up in the middle of the night to go to the washroom. He's surprised to find me awake. He goes to the washroom and then stands next to the bed, looking down at me.
“Want something to drink?”
“Just water.” I mutter. “Cold water.”
A few minutes later, he comes back with cold water. He lies in bed next to me. We
