opened it, one of the officers removed his hat.
Officers knocked on my door.
“Margaret?” he asked.
My throat went dry. “Yes.”
“I am very sorry to tell you this, ma’am, but your son David was involved in a car accident tonight.”
The words blurred together after that. Wet road. Lost control of the vehicle. Impact with a tree. Dead at the scene.
His wife, Vanessa, survived with barely a scratch.
I remember gripping the doorframe.
My boy was gone.
David was involved in a car accident.
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