Ares Knight
I pulled over the driveway of the house in Florida, realization dawning me as I slowed down the car. I was going to see my mother, behind that closed door, after 14 years of staying away. After 14 years of not setting my eyes on her. After 14 years of leaving her.
14 years.
It seemed impossible and I couldn't get out of my seat, staring at the door wondering how on earth I got there in the first place. I got out of coma just 30 minutes ago, barefooted and back in New Jersey. Now I was in Florida, head throbbing, muscles aching and screaming to have some rest, the skin of my back sticky and scalding from the burn, one and the half eye staring at the white door, contemplating on how to meet the woman behind those doors after 14 years.
Could I be anymore crazy?
I swallowed
