Shielding My World

he sun was sinking and visibility on the roadways was becoming less reliable. I was trying to restrain my movements since th

enough sleep. My eight-year-old daughter's recovery and her safety were the only things that concerned me at the time. Her exquisite face was adorned with b

overed with bruises, my kid has virtually stopped talking. She will only talk to me, and only then when it's absolutely necessary. I'm terrified that her h

forehand. We ought to have departed earlier. Thank goodness, a motel is seen as I continue to contemplate the events of the past several days and

ght. The elder woman gives my hand a gentle squeeze and hands me the room key, taking in my appea

d the discomfort was getting worse. Under these circumstances, we could no longer handle this alone. I reached for the n

oice on the other e

gh my mind at that voi

h my god? The voice ex

cause the fog was beginning to descend. Janet, please assist me. A

amed Alex. My mind was racing. I gave her as much informat

, the world went dark, and I g