Chapter 14

Farren's Point of View

My mother was back in her bed by the time I arrived. Leaned against her headboard, a book clutched between her hands. Her reading glasses sat on the tip of her nose. Made her look older than she actually was. Or maybe that was just the cancer eating at her body. Either way, every day I spent here she changed little by little.

Her hair had started falling out. Thinning. She wore a scarf over her head for most days. Tucked the hair into a bun the few other times. You could see her scalp by now. The raggedness of her split ends. She was nothing compared to the woman I had come to know as I grew up.

Knocking gently on her door, I took a step inside. Her eyes roamed up her glasses. Peeked over the rim at me. A small smile tugged her lips. Showed just enough teeth that I knew at least that hadn't changed. They were still white. The largest front teeth still had a slight chip in them.

"I didn't expect you back so early. Was everything alright?" She asked. Looked at