Knives like silver and diamond fall from the dark onto the windscreen as the blades swish furiously in the dark. It’s nothing like that day, but the knot in my stomach is there. Filled with dread. My brain is telling me that something bad is coming. That I need to get home and check on my husband and kids. Until I see them with my own eyes, my mind will keep playing tricks, convincing me there is something terribly wrong. That day was a cold day. We’d had snow. I knew something was wrong early on. I kept ringing. Waiting … Continue reading “When that gut feeling takes over”