No More Tears: Her Empire of Justice

into my skull. My son, Leo, was on a gurney, his small chest heaving with shal

octor said, his voice grim.

new, powerful dose. It was the only o

d, Matthew, rushed in, but he wasn't looking at our son. He was suppo

tic energy he never showed for me or Leo. "It's Tara, Coach Lawre

whose breathing was getting weaker. "Sir, your

ommanded, stepping between

ocess his words. "Matthew, what are you

ways dramatic with that allergy, Jen. You know that. Tara's fathe

Matthew's chest. "Oh, Matt, it f

stable. Your reaction is minor. This boy," he

ing command. He grabbed the doctor's arm, his grip like iron. "Are you going to disr

and pushed it toward Tara. The doctor, a sma

, but Matthew shoved me back. I s

ifer," he snarled. "You

r my son was wasted on a woman with a mild case of hives. The final

f pity and helplessness. "The next hospita

y ended. I just had