Snippet 2

The guard looked down; shamefully he replied “Just go to your mother boy.” He walked back to the door and stood at attention. John followed him and walked inside. His mother was crawled up on the floor, skin white as snow. “Mom?” whispered John “…Are you okay?” His mother didn’t answer; she stayed silent where she was on the floor. John tried again, “Mom, talk to me.” She began to sob, and forced herself to speak through a waterfall of tears...