Musings
Cold dread mingled with an absurd sense of validation at having my fears confirmed
Musings
I’m not exactly sure, and they can sense that. They sniff out uncertainty like bloodhounds
Musings
“I want my mommy,” I repeated, sobbing, while the visitors looked on, not knowing what to say.
Musings
The doorbell rings. No one rings the doorbell to our house unless they’re FedEx or UPS