Chapter 3 - Pulling My Elderly Mother From The Deep Pool
I turned my back on Bianca for a fraction of a second, sprinting across the damp patio toward the edge of the swimming pool.
“Mom, I’ve got you,” I called out, dropping to my knees on the wet concrete tiles.
My mother looked up at me, her face pale, her lips blue from the freezing water, and tears streaming down her cheeks.
I reached down, grabbed her under her arms with all my strength, and hauled her heaving body out of the water.
She collapsed onto the patio, coughing violently as I pulled my expensive wool jacket off and wrapped it tightly around her shivering shoulders.
“Julian... she wanted me to let go,” my mother whispered hoarsely, her frail fingers clutching desperately onto my shirt.
“I know, Mom. I know everything,” I reassured her, pressing a kiss against her damp gray hair while my heart hammered against my ribs.
Behind us, Bianca let out a high-pitched, hysterical laugh that sounded like glass scraping across concrete.
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“She’s hallucinating, Julian! The dementia is getting worse every single day!” Bianca shouted, trying desperately to salvage her collapsing web of lies.
I stood up slowly, turning around to face my ex-fiancée with a look so dark it made her step back another pace.
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