C11

Maija

I start to sob uncontrollably. Is my mother dead? Why else would he pull over? If she were alive, he would be racing to get her. My heart feels like it is tearing out. I clutch my chest, unable to bear the pain.

“Zayne, Mm, no, she isn’t. Zayne, no, please no.”

“Maija, no, I’m sorry; mom is ok.” I do not hear his words; the pain is too much. Mom