The unnatural pallor. The grayish tint to her skin. The complete stillness of her chest.

"Mom?"

I stood on trembling legs and lunged for the light switch. Harsh fluorescent brightness flooded the room, making everything stark and terrible.

"No. No, no, no."

I grabbed the blanket and yanked it down with shaking hands. Her body was rigid, cold to the touch. Her limbs locked in that formal position, like she'd carefully arranged herself before...

"MOM!" The scream ripped from my throat. ...