Dale leaves in a hurry, dressed in all black and I wave him out, rushing to go check up on my mom.
I haven't seen her since the time in the bathroom and I'm more than a little worried.
"Mom?" I call quietly, knocking on her door.
She doesn't reply and I wonder if she isn't in but where else could she be?
"Mom?" I try again, worry prompting me to push open the door when I don't hear anything either.
She's sitting with her legs tucked in on the bed, her blanket over her head.
"Mom?" I slowly move closer. "Are you okay?"
I move close enough to see that she's clutching a picture of me as a baby and I shake my head wryly.
"Mom?" She looks up at me this time and I get on the bed with her, throwing off the blanket and taking the picture from her.
Her wide eyes are filled with terror, like she had never entertained the thought of me growing older. "Hay?" She calls back in a whisper.
