children’s fear
The kids were scared and I felt my grip on normality slipping. Timmy wouldn’t sleep alone anymore, and Lucy followed me around like a shadow.
Their fear was palpable, making my heart ache with guilt. “Mom, is someone trying to hurt us?” Timmy asked one night.
“No, sweetheart,” I reassured, though I wasn’t sure of anything. Their wide, frightened eyes haunted my thoughts, urging me to find some stability for us.