“Teddy, oh god, Teddy,” Mam cried, rushing to his side. “What have you done?” And there it was. There she was. Running straight to him. It broke me. Whatever held me together these past eighteen years splintered and spliced. Eyes wild, I looked around me, trying to make sense of the war zone we had been raised in. The war zone I was standing in. Blood and tears. Pain and pressure. It was too much.
