My son, 4, vanished in the mall.

the brakes, leap from the car, shielding my son with one last glance before sprinting toward the wreck. The scene unfolds exactly as the dream shows it. The smoke. The trapped vehicle. The terrified child in the backseat, screaming for his mother.

I do not freeze.

I run.

Rain mixes with blood as I wrench open the door. Another figure joins me—her. Blood continue reading …