Clarabell's POV
I felt like I was about to do something despicable this night: pulling the metaphorical band aid of my mums life. I was about to bring up that very unpleasant topic. My dread must have been overflowing out of me, because the damn air felt heavier in the house. I felt like I was carrying an invisible burden with every step I took in the direction of my mom's room. I grounded myself in the present by gripping the USB drive so firmly that the edges rubbed against my palm.
The time had come. No more excuses or procrastination. The truth was due to her.
I stopped at her door and inhaled deeply. Through the breach came the faint, airy sound of her laughter as she talked on the phone. The thought made me feel guilty because I couldn't recall the last time she had sounded so car
