*Solveig*
Soft fingers brush my forehead and I smile. Mom was always tender and gentle with me, nothing in the universe could compare to her touch. I part my lips and barely whisper. ‘Mom…’
I feel her knee next to me. ‘Sol, baby girl… I was so worried…’ She then stands up.
I open my eyes and I see her looking at the door, then back at me. Something is wrong, she is nervous. “Mom? What’s wrong?” I say out loud.
She holds my hand and squeezes it, but her eyes are on the door. “You better stay away… or I will break you… and that is a promise…” She says and my eyes open wide.
“Mother… What is happening?” I ask as I try to get up, but my head spins and I fall quickly back to the bed.
She sighs and sits next to me. ‘Shhh… take it slowly sweetie… you drained yourself, and that almost killed
