The Unwanted Son, The Unwanted Mother

ks with my five-year-old son, Leo; the next, our home bucked and collap

above us. But then Leo whimpered, his voice thin: "My leg hurts." My heart seized. His left leg was caught, crus

physician, coordinating the rescue. Hope surged, a dizzying, wild thing. "SARAH!" I bellowed with every

tched, disbelieving, as she rushed to him, ignoring my desperate pleas, prioritizing his broken arm over our son' s crushed leg. She commanded rescue workers to save him, then s

osen him, and now, my son might pay the ultimate price for her choice. My son was going into shock