gle afternoon, the pieces too

sticky from the cotton candy w

ckpack bouncing, chattering ab

we go agai

etie," I sa

hadow fel

eyes empty, lung

shoving Le

blinding, tore

ng to shield Le

tab, then

ling, my son' s s

ght was Leo.

man, kicked, b

dark

n the distance,

e, his face a

ah!

hands surprisingly gentl

is almost here.

to his arms first

ed the param

lance, the

y hand, his

make it, Sarah. H

didn't m

My

o

they rushed me

o give me somet

sual fog didn't come. My mi

ce to a lot of anesthetics, something I' d o

oom. Mark stood by the door, ta

got here," Mark said, his voice f

zed. He said

ured something I

l damage is severe. Make sure... make sure she can't have

itched. No.

"Are you certain, Mr. Thompso

's what she would want, to avoid fut

d away slightly, his back t

o the phone. "The kid is handled. Th

id. H

e

an accident. H

being decided by the man w

soul. This wasn't grief. This was someth