THE AUTHENTIC ECLECTIC

I Held My Breath, Knew He’d Snap My Neck, and My Brain Had No Escape Plan

My high-risk daughter exposed me to danger.

Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay

The unsettling silence spoke volumes.

It shouldn’t be quiet.

The absence of splashing was foreboding. No laughing, no music, and no voices drifted up to…