scream, the shriek of met

ough the windshield, not twenty yards ahead, a tour bus was sliding sideways on a patch of black ice, its

y son, Matthew, and my

day it all ende

d lived this

is happen in a daze of disbelief. I' d fumbled for my phone, my first and only thought to ca

told me to stop being so dramatic

laying "celebrity judge" for his high school swe

ce Andrew' s station to respond. They had arrived late, angry and resentful. Andrew, in a display of arrogant herois

pped. It

yone on

he lost his job, Andrew came to our home. He blamed me. He

hell holding everyone I was supposed to love. The grindin

I had a se

ave them. A second c

reen lit up, showing a picture of me, Andrew, and a smiling M

he same mistake. This time, I

monster I h