Amy
The morning came too quickly and my head still felt heavy from that dream, the edges of it clinging to me like smoke I couldn’t shake. I kept stealing glances at Zim in the passenger seat as I drove him to school, I was half-afraid he could read it on my face.
“Go on, baby. Have a good day.” I said as I pulled up to the school.
He grinned, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “You too, Mom. Don’t work too hard.”
I smiled, though my chest still carried that strange flutter from last night. “I’ll try love.”
I watched him disappear into the crowd of kids before I pulled back onto the road, the steering wheel felt steady in my hands, but inside, I was anything but f****d up overthinker. By the time the hospital came into view, I’d forced myself to straighten up, I'd shove the lingering
