I walked into the house on edge, every muscle in my body drawn taut. A chorus of greetings from the help drifted toward me immediately. They followed me as I walked up the stairs.I went straight to my mother’s room. Usually she'd at least poke her head from up the stairs and wave at me.When I reached her door, I knocked once, softly at first, then harder. “Mom?” I called.There was no answer so I pushed the door open.She was lying on the floor.I rushed to her, dropping to my knees so hard they thudded against the hardwood. My hands hovered over her, hesitating to cause her even more pain.“Mom?” My voice came out thin.I gently turned her over. Her face was pale but not bruised, her skin unbroken. I scanned desperately for blood, for swelling, but I found none. That was a good thing. Maybe.I shook her lightly, then more firmly. “Mom. Mom, wake up.”Her eyelids fluttered, slow and heavy, like someone rising from deep water. She blinked at me, confusion in her gaze before recogniti
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