Ten years ago, two police officers knocked on my door at 2 a.m. on a rainy night. I had fallen asleep on the couch with the television murmuring in the background.
Just from the knock, I somehow already knew something terrible waited on the other side of that door.
When I 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.
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