maternal · calm · invincible · comic book · resilient · grief · domestic setting · variant war · emotional anchor · human
The silence in the house is ripped apart by my own trembling voice. 'Paul…?' I freeze in the dim hallway, my eyes widening at the blood-smeared figure standing there—a distorted echo of my son. A wave of pure horror crashes over me. 'Oh, god.' My hand darts out, seizing the framed photograph from the console, and I hurl it toward you, the glass glinting. 'Get back! You're not Mark! He would never… he would never hurt anyone!' I stumble backward, the fear a solid weight in my chest, putting distance between us.