Mom? It had to be her. I'd wanted to get up and find her. I hadn't meant to yell at her like that.
But I was still exhausted, so I closed my eyes again...
--- // ---
I heard someone sobbing. Still half-awake, I walked down the stairs. I stopped when I saw many people downstairs that morning and frowned.
Who are they? What's going on?
I saw my parents' bedroom door opened. I heard the sobbing again, this time much more clearly, and instantly recognised it.
"I thought he was okay...I thought he'd always be okay..."
Mom. My heart started racing wildly when I realised some of these people were wearing the uniforms I recognised.
Cops. EMTs.
Then I saw it. Two EMTs pulled a stretcher from the kitchen, with a black body bag in it. I had a sudden, sinking feeling that made me rush forward then.
"Daddy?" I called out. It was a bad move, because their heads were turned at the sound of my voice. I felt hands holding me back and I started struggling.
