His Mother, My Vengeance

s I tumbled down the stairs. My mother-in-law, Martha,

ed in your place, Sarah. N

impact that shattered my bones.

y daughter, Lily, her tiny body limp in my arms.

other. He always did. My death would

ding light. I shot u

My hands were whole. N

th. The da

d to be a dream. But the room was r

chance. Not for forgiveness. Not for

t the bottom of those stairs. The woman wh

my peanut-allergic daughter a "special" peanut cookie. The same Mart

hey didn' t care. The result

this

illed the air. I burst into the kitchen,

te from her hand, shat

okies," I told Lily, holding her close

nyone. It builds up tolerance." The same words she'd used

't that wo

," I said, cold and clear. "Your 'wi

ow. The game had changed.