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The next night, rain lashes the windshield as I drive. My son sleeps in his car seat, small chest rising and falling, unaware that the world balances on a narrow edge. My hands sweat around the steering wheel. Every mile makes my heart pound louder.
Then I hear it.
The screech of tires. The sickening impact. The explosion of glass.
Time shrinks.
I slam continue reading …
