LILA

The last time I saw my mother, she was threatening me, telling me to leave Rafael and kill my unborn child.

I told myself that was the last straw. That I wouldn't go near her again until she got some damn therapy, or at least found whatever piece of her humanity she still had buried somewhere inside her.

And yet... here I am. Watching them zip her up in a black body bag.

Dead. Gone.

The woman who gave birth to me... who scared me, loved me, twisted me, raised me... is gone.

I didn't expect this. Not in a thousand years. Not from her.

Suicide?

Linda Cooper was...