Fifty - Tell Me

I paced across the room, everything coming together in my mind. Eric stood still, his mouth slightly agape in resonating shock.

I tried my best to remember the days and weeks preceding my mother's passing. In my mind everything had been normal-I was ten, my mother wasn't working, my father was still mayor.

Every Sunday morning my mother and I went to Corrie's bakery for breakfast.

She died in the summer when I didn't have school. Before she got sick I would run up and down the streets of Madison with my childhood friends, feeling invincible. I would walk into the forest at my mother's heels, picking flowers for her.

That was only the shiny exterior, I realized. What I saw was a façade. Behind it all was my father's infidelity. Had my mother known the whole time? If she hadn't, did she ever know at all?

"Who would have poisoned your