"Sam, what are you doing here, honey?" Mom asked me as I gave her a hug.
"I just wanted to stop by on my way home," I said, blowing on my frozen hands.
"How many times do I tell you to wear gloves?" Mom asked, not looking happy as she rubbed my hands between hers to warm them.
"I forgot," I lied.
"I bet you did," Mom said, knowing I was lying before I had even said anything.
"Well, I got to get going," I said, wanting to head home and give Jack a call before it got too late.
"It's too late for you to be out anyway," Mom told me.
I laughed lightly before giving Mom a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye, Mom," I said before waving at the man behind the register.
"Hurry home, now," Mom said as I walked out the door.
"I will," I told her and walked back into the cold night air.
On my way out, I saw a car parked outside of the store, two guys sitting inside. I couldn't see their faces. It was to dark out. I ignored them as I hurried down the street, towards Mom's house. I crossed my arms over my chest and rubbed my arms as I hummed softly to myself. A moment later, I jumped at the sounds of gunshots. I came to a quick halt and spun around. I knew I was being paranoid. But this was Detroit. Anyone could get shot. Even Mom. I began to turn back to start walking home again. But something in me made me run back towards the store instead. I slowed down in front of the store I had just left and stared at the windows. From the outside it looked the same as a few minutes ago. I slowly walked over to the door and pushed it open. It felt like a knife slammed into my heart as I let out a scream that could wake the dead and ran over to Mom's body on the floor. No, no, no. NO! She was okay. She had to be okay. I took Mom's arm and turned her over to find two holes with blood flowing freely from them. I let out another scream and looked away from Mom's body. She couldn't be dead! I wouldn't believe it!
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