feeling vulnerable
Feeling cornered, I feared the unknown entities behind Mark’s involvement. Shadows outside the windows seemed to lurk menacingly.
The kids were jittery. “Mom, will they come back?” Timmy asked anxiously. “I won’t let anyone hurt us,” I promised, though the words felt hollow.
Mark’s hidden life had dragged us into this terrifying situation, and each passing day made me realize how dire our circumstances were becoming.