A Sky Full of Absence

Summary

On our son's fifth birthday, the three of us went to watch a meteor shower. In the middle of it, my husband answered a phone call and left in a hurry.

Late that night, our son had an asthma attack. The only medicine he needed was in my husband's car.

I clutched my son and ran through the empty wilderness, stumbling in the dark as I called my husband over and over again. All I got back was an icy message: [Something urgent. Do not disturb.]

The next day, he finally called. However, the voice on the other end was not his.