Caleb's Echo: A Mother's Fury

ne usually filled me with joy at the St

on my own vineyard, teaching my son Cal

y, laced with walnuts, turne

arms, struggling to breathe, his body go

thigh, but his breaths grew

owd towards the main gate where the ambulance was

, blocked our path at the VIP exit, demanding a $50

elf, holding it hostage for a $1,5

was desperate and ha

, my hands shaking, my

a horrifying, high-pitched tone cut through the a

l: "The delay... his brain was deprived of oxy

a vegetative state, all because of a

lt; I created

transformed into a

eplaced by the owner of Starlight Grov

Wesley, were about to discov