The fear never entirely went out of him; he clung to it as a scared child clings to their parent's leg. This overwhelming instinctive fear that we carried down the stairs eliminated anything in its path: the shame and humiliation that might have otherwise been part of such an absurd situation; the guilt we collectively shared in bringing him up there. We might laugh about it later, or beat ourselves up allowing it to happen, but at the time we were too concentrated on the task at hand. And if our minds wandered, it only took one look at those unblinking fear-ridden eyes to bring us right back.-- pg 52
QUICK NOTE...Update: 10/10/19
Good news: We're back home! Bad news: It's like Apocalypse Heck Part III.
The one year Hurricane Michael anniversary is already here. Where did the time go...and yet it feels like forever. You don't realize how much you take for granted until it's all gone. I'm grateful my family/fur babies survived, and I know they are just "things", but sadly, in this life, those "things" help us get through every day. So yes, "happy" yet not. Every day is still a struggle...not just for my family, but so many others.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing my bookish adventures. It helps remind me I'm not alone in this crazy journey called life.