always

"stay here, mel," perrie whisper crouching in the door frame,her knife blade glistening by a silver of caught moonlight. "listen for sounds."

my hands shake. and even now, amidst the chaos, I am struck by how I have my mother's hands, though hers have never looked like this, would never look like this.

how strange to think that I should have my mother's hands. since I no longer have my mother, a mother, any mother.

I can't help but think that things could have been so different.

The original book is family by micol ostow