So much in the works but wanted to share the first part of a new series.
Chapter 1
One more flight. The tremor again. I squeezed my hand into a fist before anyone noticed, especially me. I’m almost home. The whole trip so far was uneventful. Good even. I cleared up the decision in Baltimore—business as usual, and on the last leg back to San Diego.
Denver is the usual hustle and bustle I noticed as I sit in the black Naugahyde chair. Are they still made of Naugahyde? The chrome frame didn’t indicate. Certainly, can’t be leather. The others are all plugged in, and I will be as well as soon as I find my earbuds. I can listen better to Emily that way. I can hear beyond her voice to the tenor of her mood. She’s done so well the past month. Her anxiety is finally under control, or so I hope. The boys even sounded like they were caring for things around the house like I’d asked. As much as you could ask a five- and seven-year-old. At least they’re kind boys. Not the kind to give their mother gr…
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