Waiting game
The days that followed became a waiting game, filled with anxiety and anticipation for the investigator’s findings.
Every time the phone rang, my heart skipped a beat. Nights were restless, the wait relentless. I kept busy with work and home responsibilities to distract myself.
The kids sensed my unease, adding to their own. “Any news yet?” my eldest would ask daily, their voice reflecting a blend of hope and dread.
