Twenty minutes after I finally hang up on Sophie, I’m sitting on my bed staring at the cell. Numb and raw at the same time. My heads reeling. Somehow my body and mind are detached.
Someone has beaten my mother to within an inch of her life, left her for dead in her own apartment. My old home.
Again!
Sophie found her; a young teen from the homeless shelter that she’s taken under her wing and let stay with her. The poor thing had been the one to find her, get her help. Just like I had so many years ago. She never changes.
I get up and walk to Sarah’s room, desperate to share my internal agony and find some calm in the chaos but discover it’s empty. They’re not even home; just the radio playing on low and I snap it off in irritation. I sigh and walk back to my room with spreading pain. My
