My mom had to be furious because she scratched Joan’s hand for me.
However, she only brought Joan to the hospital to feel better about herself.
She just wanted to show that she was trying to help me.
However, Joan did not think of it that way. She did not understand and ended up hating my mom even more.
Learning that my dad wanted a divorce, Joan was happy to help make it happen faster.
Meanwhile, my health kept getting worse. I was barely awake most of the time, but my neighbors took care of everything.
Even when I mumbled nonsense in my sleep, they stayed patient and read me stories to calm me down.
After being gone for seven days, my mom finally came back limping.
While she cleaned my body, I could also see bruises on her arms under her jacket.
She and my dad were still in the waiting period before their divorce was official. I did not know where she had been, but the bruises looked serious.
She must have done something behind my back.
“Mom, where’s Dad?” My voice was wea
