Through the fog of my desolation came a knock at the bedroom door. It was there, rapping in the distance, yet I didn’t want to hear. With my phone secured between my hands, waiting, praying, and hoping for a call or a text message, I was too angry to answer the taps that continued.

No, angry wasn’t the right word.

Angry didn’t even come close to describing my feelings—my swell of emotions.

Livid.

Enraged.

Incensed.

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