This morning when I first woke up, neither of my children was awake yet, and so I tiptoed downstairs and made my coffee, then settled back into bed next to E, who had taken up her usual guest space in the big bed in the middle of the night. As I scrolled through Instagram, I saw mention of heartbreak over the morning's news, but no indication of what that news was. I opened up the BBC website and saw it. Brussels. Terror. My heart caught in my throat.
