possibilities swirl
My mind raced with possibilities, none of which seemed positive. Could he have been involved in something illegal? Was he gambling?
My thoughts bounced around like pinballs, hitting worst-case scenarios one after another. Each theory made my stomach churn more.
I couldn’t settle on any one thing, but the ominous feeling wouldn’t leave me. I was desperate for answers, a way to make sense of this disturbing new layer of our life.
