"Whatever you've done, Isaac, let me help you."

"You can't." I broke. My voice, it fractured. My resolve, it crumbled. My grip on reality . . . it was like a string that had been cut. Spiralling down the rabbit hole I went, dizzy and sick, the darkness of the unknown that waited at the bottom for me far more terrifying than any horror villain.

"Just . . . try," she breathed, her own expression mirroring my pain.

I struggled to sit up. Every bone protested, trembled beneath the strain. I looked her dead in the eye.

They said a mother's love was infinite. It was time to test that...