I kissed my wife goodbye and watched her drive off to work

there, holding the sign, a statue carved from my deepest anxieties.

I had to go back.

My keys were still in my hand, their metallic coolness a small, solid thing to cling to.

I ran to my car, fumbling to get the key in the ignition.

The drive home, a journey that should have taken ten minutes, felt like an eternity.

Every red light was a personal torment.continue reading …