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He hung up before Terry could respond.

Fear flashed across Terry's face.

He clung to my body, shaking silently.

Perhaps he was finally grasping the weight of his actions.

As Mom fought for her life, I found myself on my knees, praying until I had no tears left.

But fate seemed determined to deny me peace.

Terry got the call we dreaded—from Linda.

Despite everything, Mom was gone.

I crumpled, tears flooding my eyes once more.

An overwhelming wave of grief crashed through my soul, tearing at my very being.

Leaning against the wall, I broke down, my sobs echoing in a void where no one could hear or understand my pain.

In that moment, I wanted to tear Terry apart to avenge my mother.

The love I once felt for him had twisted into a hatred so intense I could taste it.

Yet here I was, as powerless in death as I had been in life.

A mere ghost, drifting aimlessly between worlds, capable of nothing but sorrow.