Yorick:
I moved to separate them, but my father's arm suddenly locked around my neck and dragged me backward, trying to pull me away from the fight.
I tore myself free and shoved him aside, then lunged forward again just as my mother threw her full weight onto Mariana, forcing her to the ground beneath her.
And then I saw it.
Blood began to seep between their bodies, and in that instant the struggle stopped as both of them froze, staring at each other in stunned silence.
I rushed forward, grabbed my mother, and dragged her off Mariana before flinging her aside so I could check on her.
Mariana was not bleeding.
When I turned, I saw the dagger buried deep in my mother's chest.
In that brief moment, I remembered my mother and how I had spent my entire life in her shadow.
I did not understand what I was feeling. Watching her lose her life was not easy. She was my mother.
But was she still my mother after everything she had done to us and to others?
