“Walking up the driveway my legs feel as if they are made of lead. I’d give anything to be able to turn around. Too not do this. But it’s my job.
My heart sinks as I think about what I’m about to do and there is a knot in the pit of my stomach that just won’t go away. My mouth has suddenly gone dry and I hope that my voice won’t fail me.
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