one hundred and seventy three

Elijah’s POV

I sat in my room, the memories of my mother flooding my mind, each one a painful reminder of the drastic change in her demeanor. It all started after the tragic loss of my father. I vividly remember how she used to be before his untimely death gentle, caring, and loving to everyone around her. But everything changed that fateful day.

The sorrow and anger she felt transformed her into someone unrecognizable. Her once sweet nature turned into a constant state of anger and authority. She became overly protective of me, to the point where her actions started to harm those closest to me, including my wife and our unborn child. The woman who once showered us with love was now a source of fear and distress.

The breaking point came when her actions endangered my wife and child. I had to make a difficult decision to protect my family. I had no choice but to have her locked up for the safety of everyone involved. The weight of that decision felt heavy on my shoulders, knowing that