Out of My Hands

I got to my bedroom, slammed the door shut, and threw my bag onto the floor. Then I climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over me, hoping it could somehow shut everything out. My mind raced with everything that had happened—what I’d done, what I couldn’t undo.

Then the door creaked open.

I looked up and saw my mom walk in. I stared at her.

“What do you want?”

“Watch your tone,” she said sharply, c