She blinks once, then stops altogether, her eyes open wide but not looking at me. “Mammy!” I scream. “Mammy!” “Fuck,” Daddy murmurs under his breath, still grabbing her by the chest. “Fucking fuck!” “Why isn’t Mammy moving?” I shriek. “Help her! She’s hurt.” He squeezes my shoulder, and it’s like he’s about to crush my bones. “I’m sorry, lad. So sorry.” “I don’t want ye sorry. I want Mammy to move.” “Take him to his room, Luke.”
