Every time I glanced at her face, pink tinted cheeks peered back at me. A healthy flush and the cold touch of her skin. It was like her body was a hollow shell of her existence. Curiosity stung at me; it happened in waves. I couldn’t bear her tiring thoughts melting into my mind, the calm tone of her voice as it rang through my ears and out of my memory, burning the crawling liquid bubbling in the corners of my eyes. I stifled my emotions and it was the bare minimum, but as I glanced at my dad and his expression, I could no longer hold back. It all erupted like a fiery volcano, spilling into the crevices of my hands; my red palms that were grasping at nothing, holding on, seeking a solid surface to come back to reality.