“Everything is fine,” I said, turning my focus back to my children.
But still, my mind raced and I couldn’t shut it off. I was distracted and unable to stop the conspiracies that plagued my mind.
That evening, after tucking the kids into bed, I dialed the number on the note. The phone rang twice before a cheerful voice answered.
“Hello, is this house 283?” I asked, nervously.
“Yes!” the woman said. “Who am I speaking to?”
