CHAPTER 11
“Mom!” Jeff burst through the door and stumbled into the foyer. “Mom!” He flicked the light switch over the credenza, dripping rain on the family photos it showcased. “Dad!” No light came on. The storm must have shorted the power. “Mom! Dad! Are you guys . . . ”
Seeing his mother at the kitchen table, he stopped short. Her head rested in her hands like she was sleeping. “Mom.” She didn’t move. “Mom, help! I’m changing. My arms!” He ran to her side. “I don’t know what to do. It started yesterday, and I wanted to tell you, but . . . ” When she still didn’t respond, he aimed to nudge her, but stopped, afraid his claws would hurt her. “Mom?” His voice wavered. “Is everything okay?” He leaned forward to see her. “Mom?”
At last, she raised her head. “Hi, honey,” she said, a smile plastered across her face. “I didn’t hear you come in. How are you?”
Jeff’s face blanked. “Are you serious? I’ve been screaming at you. How could you not have heard me?”
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