I got the call on a Thursday morning. My husband was far from home and he sounded discouraged, his voice strained.
As my two small children fluttered around me like so many mismatched butterflies unaware of the danger of a coming storm, I blindly sat down on my mother’s couch, gripped my phone tightly and held on.
Something had happened, a work situation beyond our control.
And although I knew things could and would work out, I felt crushed in the talons of fear’s unrelenting grip.