"Mom," I called, rushing to the door. I opened it to see her standing there.
"Mom!" I called again, and before I could stop myself, I stepped out and embraced her. She's here. She's safe. I found her.
"This is weird. Why are you suddenly showing some emotions? Did you dream about me?"
"Mom!" I groaned, disengaging from the hug. "Where were you? Where did you go? I searched the house but couldn't find you."
"Won't you ask me in before throwing questions at me?"
"Come in," I said, guiding her into my room. She went to my bed and lay down.
"Mom," I called yet again.
"Why do you keep calling me? Did you wake up on a different side of the bed?"
"I should be the one asking you that. You said you weren't going to divorce him." I went to the bed and sat at its edge, my eyes on her. "What changed? Why did you divorce him?"
"You know about the divorce?" She looked surprised.
"Yes."
"He told you about it? It hasn't been five hours, and he's already run his mouth."
