Colin stammered, trying to justify his actions, but I had no patience for his excuses. I walked over to my mother, gently helping her to her feet. She recoiled slightly at first, her confusion evident, but I spoke softly, reassuring her.

“It’s me, Mom. Paul. Your son. I’ve come home.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as a flicker of recognition seemed to pass across her face. She reached out, touching my cheek with a trembling hand. “Paul?” she whispered, her voice fragile and uncertain. “Is it really you?”

I nodded, holding her close as she began to sob against my shoulder. I promised her that she would never have to suffer again, that I would take care of everything, and she would have the peaceful life she deserved.