"Because some doors should remain closed, Killian."
The answer made my jaw clench.
Not because of the words themselves, but because of the way she said them.
Like she genuinely believed it.
Like opening those doors would somehow result in some kind of disaster.
My mother's eyes found mine again, and suddenly she looked older than I had ever seen her.
"If you love me at all, Killian, let this go."
The room went completely silent.
For the first time that night, I didn't know what to say.
Because I wasn't looking at the stubborn woman who constantly argued with me.
I was looking at someone grieving.
Someone carrying a pain she had never put down.
Eventually, I looked away first.
The fight left me.
Not because I was satisfied.
Not because I had answers.
But because I knew I wou
