My husband’s call lets me shaken, the what-if-s running wild in my head.
Barely seeing the numbers through the tears in my eyes, I call ‘”home” on the other side of the world. My brother picks up after the third ring and I tell him everything.
“Stop panicking, he's alright. And the only thing to do if something like that happens is to take those kids and come here with me, we would raise them together.”
Because family is always family.