Chad's pov
I didn't believe it at first. My brain wouldn't accept the shape standing in front of me. My chest locked up, air refusing to move. I stared and couldn't blink.
"Mom..." I murmured silently.
She didn't smile or cry, she didn't look relieved to see me. She only watched me like someone watched a stranger they already decided they hate.
"Chad," She said. Her voice was calm, too calm like she was a brewing storm. "You look like your father, you've grown."
I backed up till my spine hit the wall. "You're dead, You're supposed to be dead. I saw.....I made sure...."
"You hoped I was gone," she corrected.
My throat tightened, "This isn't real."
She stepped closer. Her gaze held no hesitation or emotion.
"You tried to poison me," she said. " Why are you surprised that I survive
