My shaking started as soon as I left the house. It was hard to walk because it felt like I was falling apart. I got to the car, kicked the driver out, got to the driver's seat, and brought out my phone. 

When my hands wouldn't stop shaking, it took forever to dial her number, but I did it eventually. My frustration grew when the call didn't connect. 

I dropped the phone, resting my head on my steering wheel, my grip tight. I took deep breaths, my eyes closed, imagining her hands on ...