“Is it gonna be okay?”
I hesitate, the truth tangled with my own fears.
“We’ll find out tomorrow, okay?”
He nods, accepting this small comfort.
His eyes close again, trusting in my promise of answers.
The night presses on, each hour blending into the next.
I lie awake, counting the breaths of my sleeping family.
And then it’s morning.
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