This afternoon I got a phone call from my mum. At least I think it was really her.
I don't know when or where she was calling from, and the signal was fucking awful, and I wish I could say that I gave her a piece of my mind, but she called me her bubbeleh and I just crumbled and all I could do was tell her that I love her so much.
I tried to warn her not to go after the Umbrellas, that it would go badly, but there was so much static that I couldn't.
It was too much, and it was not enough, and it's stirred up a lot of complicated feelings but she still raised me, and I can't pretend she's nothing to me, even after everything. Things are deeply fucked up, but I don't want her to be dead.