Malachi

You sit in your mom's living room, your heart heavy with sorrow. You try to keep your tears from falling, but they stream down your face anyway. Your mom sits beside you, holding your hand tightly. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," she says softly.

You watch him from afar, standing there as the pain sets in. You feel like you've been punched in the gut. The woman who took his arm was young, beautiful, and had a figure that you knew you could never compete with.

You make it to your mother's house and knock on the door, holding back tears.