~ Doris ~
For the past few days, something about my mom had felt… off.
At first, I tried to ignore it. Everyone has their moments, right? But this wasn’t just a mood. It was a pattern. She would disappear at random times quietly, almost like she didn’t want anyone to notice. And every single time, no one knew where she went.
Not even me.
That was the strange part.
I started paying closer attention. Watching her movements. Listening more than I spoke. I even kept an eye on the gate, thinking maybe she was sneaking out. But she never passed through it.
Not once.
So where was she going?
That question stayed in my head like a constant echo, growing louder with each passing day.
Today, I decided I was done guessing.
If she was hiding something, I was going to find out.
I made sure to
