Teresa

When we approached the pack house doors and a guard pulled them open, they groaned under the weight of the tension waiting for us outside.

The crowd was too massive. More than anything I could think of.

When I called for their presence, I expected them to come in a small number, with most people having themselves represented. The crowd I met outside said otherwise.

I stood between my husbands, trying not to sway, unable to tell now if it was the exhaustion or the anxiety. Or ...