FELECIA WISHED SHE COULD have dozed. It would have made this silly stand-off easier. Instead, she lay on the cot with its thin pillow and couldn't focus beyond the pair of eyes she knew was staring at her.
Her mother hadn't moved in however long Felecia had lain there. No one spoke. They just shared the space. Felecia locked up. Her mother-no, Karen-free to stand there watching.
That woman was not her mother.
Felecia closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. Sleep wouldn't be a terrible idea. She needed some. This was likely her best chance to get it, so why not take advantage?
She'd just found a comfortable spot when the first tap of a shoe punctured the stillness.
Felecia's eyes popped open and she listened to another footstep, then another.
Karen was coming closer.