A missed package from an unknown sender arrived with no explanation.
My son started having nightmares, waking abruptly—and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming.
Each day I told myself it was just stress, but the tension was growing.
Now, a meeting with a social services caseworker looms early next week, one I’ve been putting off because I don’t want to admit how much has unraveled since that day.
I worry about what questions will come up, and whether I’ll be forced to confront the stranger’s unexpected intervention.
The air feels charged, as if I’m holding a secret too big to keep.
The decisions I made in moments of fear and doubt feel like they’re circling back to me.
And I’m not sure I’m ready for what’s next—or what risks might still be in store for me and my child.
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