Blood On Her Milan Rug

Summary

To land the partnership deal that would save Cecilia’s company, I drank until my stomach gave out, ending up in the ER with acute internal bleeding.

When my mother heard about it back in our small hometown in Ohio, she immediately bought a ticket and endured a twelve-hour overnight Greyhound ride to come take care of me. Her knees were ruined from years of factory work, and she had never learned how to read street signs or navigate transit apps.

Wired to an IV drip and unable to leave my bed, I had no choice but to ask Cecilia to pick her up from the terminal.