When I move to the woman on the right, my heart stops. Seeing her is so disorienting it feels like I’ve fallen through the floor and am now plummeting into the basement. A free fall so dizzying I think I might faint. I know who this woman is, just as surely as I know that she’s still alive. What I can’t fathom is why she was at the Hawthorne Institute. Mostly because the woman is my mother.
