curiosity and anxiety
It was vague, making me more curious and anxious. “What could he have done?” I muttered, pacing the living room.
The kids watched me, sensing my anxiety. “Mom, are you okay?” Lucy asked softly, bringing me back to reality.
“Yes, sweetie, just thinking about something,” I replied, forcing a smile. But inside, my heart was racing.
I needed answers, and I needed them now.
