His Mother, My Vengeance

The last thing I remembered was the splintering pain as I tumbled down the stairs. My mother-in-law, Martha, stood at the top, her face a mask of cold satisfaction.

"You should have just stayed in your place, Sarah. None of this had to happen."

Her words were crueler than the impact that shattered my bones. My vision blurred to a dark red.

The last image in my mind wasn't of her, but of my daughter, Lily, her tiny body limp in my arms. Lily was dead because of Martha. And now, so was I.