The knock sliced through everything. My name on a stranger’s tongue. A uniform in the doorway, eyes heavy with something I couldn’t read. My lungs forgot how to work as every nightmare I’d ever buried clawed its way to the surface. But what waited on the other side of that fear wasn’t death. It was a choice, a freezing road, a tiny heartbeat, and my son kneel… Continues…
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