A Mother's Vengeful Heart

radio, glancing in the rearview mirror at my son, Ethan, buckled in his car seat. The next, a violen

tha

He was slumped over, quiet. Too quiet.

husband, David, yanked my door open. His face, us

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ting a trembling finger towar

ckage. For a brief, insane moment, seeing David hold him, I felt a flicker of hope. He was

is hands pressing against the small chest. I tried to

right lights, urgent voices, and the sterile smell of antiseptic. They wheeled me away from David and

ly came to my bedside. Her exp

th pity. "We did everything we could. Your

eaningless noise. Then, the floor fell out from under me. A w

hazy moments, I heard David' s voice from the hallway, not the choked, grieving tone he

e it' s done. N

pa

lem is solved. Now I can finally move

ated, replaced by a chilling clarity. A distraction? Was tha

e of our family, began to crumble into dust. The man I had loved