The night of my graduation party started in the backyard of my parents’ house, a mild spring evening with fairy lights strung between the trees and the hum of distant music from the neighborhood.
Everyone was laughing and sharing stories about the future.
My boyfriend, usually calm and collected, stood by my side, his eyes distant.
“…”
It was supposed to be a night to celebrate, a chance to solidify our relationship amidst the chaos of graduation.
Then, without warning, everything shifted.
He reached for a small bottle tucked inside his jacket.
With a swift motion, he flung its contents towards my mother.
The liquid arced through the air, catching the light before splattering across her face.
Time seemed to slow as gasps rippled through the crowd.
