I still can’t comprehend what happened.

Everything feels like a blur. Is a blur, now that she’s—

Gone, I think and flex my hand, which is still stained with blood. Her blood. My mother’s blood.

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But it didn’t start like that.

No.

Tonight—tonight was supposed to be perfect. Was perfect…

Until it happened.

But the story doesn’t start here. Not in this place. Not in this hospital room. And definitely not at this moment. It started three hours ago, at a basketball game at Hembrooke High, when my life was completely, and utterly, mundane.

It all started like this…