Joseph came to slowly, the world tilting as pain throbbed behind his eyes. His hand went to his temple and came away slick with blood. Vera had shoved him so hard that he had hit his head against the wall and blacked out.
He sucked in a sharp breath and pushed himself upright, the muscles in his body protesting as the hall came into focus.
He saw her.
"Mom?" His voice broke.
Joseph staggered forward, his legs giving way beneath him as he dropped to his knees beside Moira's body. Her eyes were wide and empty, staring at nothing. His shaking hands hovered over her face, then fell uselessly to his sides.
"No… no, no, no—" He choked, then screamed as his gaze dropped to the gaping hole in her throat.
He turned slowly, horror hollowing him out from the inside.
Vera stood a few steps away, calm, collected, and almost bored after she had killed her own mother.
"What have you done?" Joseph whispered, his voice cracked.
