My heart stops. I’m barely breathing as she starts to make her way across the room.

“Honestly Mary… I was starting to think you’d never figure it out.”

“Who- How do you know my name?” I stutter breathlessly, bumping into a frozen couple mid-make out behind me.

“You don’t remember me?” She croons, the corners of her mouth pick up in a feline smile, as she plucks a martini right out of the outstretched hand of a frozen bar tender.

She grimaces after the first sip and tosses the glass over her shoulder. It bounces off a guy staring unseeing at his phone, then shatters on the ground.

“I’ve… I’ve never met you in my life. Who are you?” My voice betrays my fear, and I grapple with a bar table to put some distance between me and the stranger slowly sauntering towards me.

Her green stare pierces mine, and I’m momentarily struck by the familiarity of her features; something at the back of my mind claws for attention, but her voice pierces my concentration.

“Why, Mary… I’m your mother.”