Chapter 20

It was as if the mask she had worn for six years was finally, forcefully ripped away at this very moment. I sat by the bed, holding my mother's hand. The emotions churning inside me were too complex to untangle. There was shock, there was anger, but more than anything, there was an indescribable, bitter ache. But when I looked deep down at my own heart, it was empty. No wild joy, no relief. It turned out that once the deepest wounds scab over, even when the truth comes to light, it doesn't...