Two Mothers

06

The next second, I opened my eyes in a jolt, realizing it was just a nightmare.

I didn't remember when I had fallen asleep on Margot's bed.

The faint light of dawn was seeping through the window, casting a pale glow on my body.

The sky was already starting to brighten.

I wiped the cold sweat off my forehead. But as I looked down at my hand, horror replaced relief. A deep handprint was imprinted on my skin.

It was not a dream last night.

It was real.

I immediately went to my brother Mark's room.

I played the audio recording for him.

Mark's expression turned very grim.

There was indeed a second mother living under the same roof as us.

The strangeness and absurdity of the situation were hard to comprehend.

After some discussion, we decided to send the audio recording of Margot to the police.

To avoid raising any suspicions, I told my mother that Mark and I would pick out burial clothes for Margot.