After calling my name multiple times to no response, my daughter found me sitting on the edge of my bed, eyes trained on my computer screen. She started to speak and stopped abruptly when her eyes fell on my nightstand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her nudge my hand cream and a book aside and lift the boning knife I’d placed next to them the previous night. Polished steel caught the light from the window as she held it up. Now she had my attention. An uncomfortable pause passed between us before she spoke my name as a question, “Mom?”…
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If you also wrestle with fear, you might also find comfort in this post I wrote for Seth Haines, The White Line of Fear.
