When I’m not reporting, the fear creeps in

"When the first bombs landed in Ukraine, I was lying in bed in Chicago. It was almost as if I could feel them myself.

I called my dad in Kyiv, who woke up to the sound of the explosions. Over the phone, he said that World War III was starting. That Russian President Vladimir Putin had gone insane. I couldn’t stop watching live feeds on Twitter unless it was to call relatives and friends in Kyiv.

Fear welled up in my chest — the fear of losing my dad and my country.

I felt helpless, but what could I do from so far away?"