the handle.
I dragged myself the rest of the way.
Somehow, I pulled myself up enough to turn it. Then I pushed the door open.
What I saw made my entire body numb, because nothing in that moment was what I expected.
“Terry… oh my God… what are you doing?”
My husband turned around so fast it was as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The color drained from his face. The woman next to him gasped.
And a thought hit me, sharp and
