Don't You Know I Love You

He might have been an older teen, all Adam’s apple and blond fuzzy scruff patching his chin.

A cold flicker of fear cut through her, but that flicker was swallowed by the hiss that sizzled at the back of her skull, made her body thrum

Her stomach flattened into an iron sheet

she “just wasn’t a people person.”

Mother clucked her tongue, as if the gross absurdity of the sound would reverse the decision.

Mother clucked her tongue, as if the gross absurdity of the sound would reverse the decision

Waves of pain oscillated through her body as she lowered herself into the wheelchair.

He looked at Mother with a pitying kind of tenderness

he’d tease her by lolling his neck side to side, always just out of reach

With each boom of her heart, Angelina exhaled. This is not my fault