At first, I thought I had found something serious in my home. My heart raced as I stared at pale, broken fragments scattered on the floor.
For a moment, my mind went to the worst possibilities.
Then I got closer.
And realized it was just old white chocolate that had changed in texture over time.
The relief hit me instantly—and I couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly fear can turn something ordinary into something far more dramatic in our minds.