Rachel's Point of View
I sit at the edge of the bed, my legs bouncing with barely restrained energy as I stare at the open news article on my laptop, the words refusing to register in my head.
I read the headline, again and again and again, hoping it would change, but it doesn't. The words just keep standing there, mocking me.
“Mother Survives School Shooting: Kathryn Morgan Recovering at local MediClinic.”
The headline burns into my mind and my eyes blink slowly as it sets in.
"How?"
My lips open in disbelief before my jaw clenches tightly. My breathing quickens.
The wine glass trembles slightly in my hand.
"No. No, no, no..."
I close the laptop with a sharp snap, and I stand abruptly, pacing the length of the room in short, erratic strides. My breath becoming even more uneven..
