The next morning, Clara brought me my breakfast in bed as usual. I had apologized for the previous day, thankfully she understood it was just a mood swing and she was back to being cheery with me.

I had later called my mom, seeking comfort in her voice. Her happiness was the only thing keeping me going at the moment.

After I ended the call I couldn't help but wonder, would I ever tell her the truth about what I did. I knew she would be so disappointed but I hoped that if I ever decided to tell her, she would understand it was the only way.

Was it? My...