Motherless

A WHISPERING VOICE at the BACK of MY MIND REMINDS ME that I'VE BEEN THIS WAY for SOME TIME.

DEAD, THAT IS.

The dead have a very broad view of the living, of actions performed out of sight, of thoughts believed to be private. I would know. Losing both parents is a trial no child should endure, and Marina and Dylan have endured enough. They deserve the one thing I could never give them: a mother's love.

A mother's love, and the truth.

My children have believed a lie about me for years and years. After all this time I can still feel their hurt in my heart. But the tether holding me to them is frayed from years of neglect ... and I have to find a way to make my confession before it snaps.

But when the truth comes out, what other beasts will I unleash?

"Why do we lie to the children?" someone asked me once.

"To protect them," I answered.

How terrible it is that they need protection from me.