As I raced toward the park, my mind was a whirlwind of fear and fury. What had Amber done? The thought of something happening to Caleb, my sweet little boy, was terrifying. I could barely keep my hands steady on the wheel.
I reached the park in record time, tires screeching as I pulled into the lot. The scene unfolded before me like a nightmare. There was Amber, standing with her arms crossed, trying to maintain her composure but failing miserably. Lily, her face streaked with tears, was clutching Caleb’s limp body, still clad in his little superhero T-shirt.
I sprinted toward them, my heart pounding in my ears. Caleb lay motionless on the grass, his face pale, his little chest rising and falling almost imperceptibly. Relief washed over me—he was breathing—but the fear clawed at me just as fiercely.
