A Mother's Vengeance
Language: en
On Christmas Day, my best friend, Sarah, had just popped open a bottle of champagne. Then my husband’s call came in: "Olivia, hurry home! Sophia’s depression flared up, and she's threatening to jump!" "She won't listen to anything we say. She insists she'll only come down from the balcony if her mom comes back." Sarah’s hand, reaching for the champagne, instantly dropped. She turned to grab her car keys from the table. I pressed down on her hand, a soft smile on my lips as I replied: "If she wants to die, let her." Then I hung up, ignoring my phone as it buzzed relentlessly. Sarah…