Should've Stayed Dead

"Wuming," his father warned again, now with a new burning glare in his eyes.

"It's alright, darling," their mother said again. "It's alright." Her soft face turned stony all of a sudden, like all of the openness and brightness, windows of her soul suddenly shut. "What is it that you want me to say… son?" she returned the endearment like a dagger across the table.

"Nothing at all. I just want to ask why you're so confused that I was a devil's son when I came right out of your womb?"

Qing Chen's eyes flew to the small knife that her mother just clutched at her right hand. She was holding it hard enough that her knuckles turned white. He knew that she would not really poke Wuming's eyes out but who knew what kind of woman she had turned into after all of these years?