A Father’s Emergency Call Sent His Brother Racing To Save His Son – usnews

“Who is there with you?”

He tried to answer and started crying harder.

“Noah,” I said, slower now. “Listen to me. Tell Daddy what happened.”

There was a tiny pause, like he was looking over his shoulder.

Then he whispered, “Mommy’s boyfriend… Travis… hit me with the baseball bat. My arm hurts bad. He said if I cry, he’ll hit me again.”

For a second, I could not understand the sentence.

I understood every word by itself.

Baseball bat.

Hit me.

Arm hurts.