A Father's Vengeance

There was only the smoke, the darkness, and Caleb's fading breaths. My sur

only way. I used a heavy wine rack, slamming it against the glass again and again.

hards, and dropped to the ground outside. The fresh, cold air was a shoc

Buddy, I

his small, limp body through the broken window. He was

son, stumbling through the manicured lawns of the Chadwick estate until I reac

spital and the rhythmic beeping of mac

d, my throat raw.

He's a very sick little boy. Smoke inhalation,

within me. He was alive.

rst open. It was Jennifer. She wasn't loo

olly?" she

"Molly? What are you talkin

her hand as if swatting a fly. "Ryan's car. Molly is here.

ellar, the smoke. She looked at my bandaged arms and t

e. "Mr. Wright, your son's con

can, needs blood. She's O-negative. I know Caleb i

in no condition to donate blood. He's severely ane

ill build his character. He's just being fussy

e eyes of a woman used to getting her way. The do

her voice leaving no room for