I sat outside my parents bedroom watching as people came and went. The most frequent visitor was Charlie aside Carlisle and occasionally Jacob. No one else my father would allow in. Not even me. I knew nothing about how my mother was doing, only that whenever Charlie went in and came back out his face would be splotchy and tear strewn. That meant it was bad.
On several occasions I tried to coax information from Jacob but he was relentless. The only information I got was overheard from Carlisle when Charlie had opened the bedroom.
My mother was in a catatonic schizophrenic state.
I watched several times as they exited the room and reentered. By the time the sun began to set I had enough. The only excuse my father had told me about why I wasn't allowed to see my mother was because I would
