always “on call”

I was somewhere between the comforters and the towels at my local Home Goods store. Next to me, a woman was shopping for similar items when I heard a very familiar ringtone coming from her purse. As soon as I heard the triumphant beat on the phone, my heart felt like it plummeted to my stomach. A surge of cortisol-adrenaline swept over me. My mouth got dry, my cheeks were hot, and I began to sweat. I looked around in confusion. An impulse to run out of the store hit… Continue reading always “on call”