Thinking ex

It was dark already, yet my hands shook as I gnawed on my fingers from the fear that enveloped me.

The image still stuck in my head; it didn't help that there had been no call regarding how he was.

The country was at a standstill, reporters screaming into the mic, standing close to the heavily guided Quirinal palace, all of which I watched without hearing anything. My knees shook at the thought that he was dead.

Immediately after the accident, Matteo was snatched out of school like I was pulled out of work and surrounded until I got into the car.

Now the three of us were on lockdown, not allowed to move out of the house. School was paused for Matteo, which wouldn't be a big deal since they'd be closing the next day anyway.

The kids were sleeping in their room when I left quietly, shutting the door, still hugging the phone to myself, waiting for a call, any call that would ease the unease raging in my head.

I sat right at the center of the bed, my knees raised to my chin, and each time