Shared concerns
Lucas’s concern mirrored my own growing dread. He had his father’s intuition and my knack for sensing trouble. “
Mom, do you think something bad is going to happen?” Lucas asked, voice quivering. My heart ached seeing him so worried. “
We’ll figure this out, Lucas. We always do,” I assured him, clenching my fists behind my back, anger and fear intertwined.
His trust in me was the anchor holding us steady in this storm.