Theo wanted to scream because the sound died somewhere in her throat, overpowered by the weight of the truth.
She grabbed the wall for support before she fell when her knees buckled, her body unable to keep her upright. The room around her warped, and she felt like she might pass out but her mind refused to let her escape.
Because her memories were enough confirmation.
It all made sense.
She kept staring at her hands - one second they were smaller and bloody and the next they were normal again. It kept on repeating itself like a glitch, a stark reminder as her breath came in more shallow pulls like she was breathing in ash.
That's why...
That's why her memories always went blank whenever she tried to remember that day. Why thinking of her mother's death was always a problem, one she had avoided without knowing why.
