I would have been fine with the entire situation that day had people not been there to witness it. The looks on their faces as they stared at me and the hesitancy in which they held my mother up in her unconscious state. There was disgust, contempt, maybe something close to blind fear. And now I was here, alone in a house where my mother should have been. It was my fault that she was gone and I had no idea where they'd taken her.