by Lewis J Peters
Yesterday they came and told me it would be today. Finally.
Endlessly, I had imagined what it would be like to wake the last time. Now it was here.
The scene played out in my mind once more.
“Magnificent, truly magnificent.”
“Thank you. Yes, I believe the collection is unmatched.”
“I am flattered that you should let me see the stones. You are so generous.”
“I will confess to a certain pleasure...”
Then the violence. It was swift. A single blow.
Vivid in my head but I had not been there.
The DNA, the description. I still didn't get it, even now. I wasn't there.
Twenty years in a cell, pondering. Still it had brought Mom and I close. After all that not speaking. She'll see me one last time today.
I had wanted to control myself. For her. The tears flowed freely.
“I can't believe it's finally here, son.”
“There's something I need to tell you. A terrible thing I did. I can't let you go without knowing.”
“Oh God, it was hard then and it's hard now. I knew in the hospital I couldn't cope with you both, not on my own.”
“What do you mean?”
“I had to give him up.”
“Who, Mom, who did you give up?”