I should have developed emotional armor, but I’d gone the other way.

Stunned, I leaned hard on the doorjamb, knuckles white on suitcase handle, nerves frozen as they did when gut feelings proved true.

Eloise Currie lives in Raleigh, North Carolina. She has kept a journal for 30 years and uses it as source material for short stories and nonfiction. Since retiring, she has been a member of a number of writers groups. She has tutored high school and adult students in Language Arts. She has edited two books as well as short stories. She has had pieces published in the Personal Story Publishing Project as well as the Old Mountain Press anthology.