When my shaking ten-year-old begged me to hurry home, I had no idea a nightmare was waiting. I raced inside to find my husband and child cold and motionless on the living room rug. Paramedics rushed in, but the lead officer grabbed my arm, shaking his head. “Ma’am, this wasn’t an accident…”

adjacent to the doorknob.

CRASH.

The shattering glass was deafening. Jagged teeth of silica rained down onto the welcome mat. Without hesitation, I shoved my right arm through the jagged aperture. A razor-sharp shard sliced deep into my forearm, drawing a hot, immediate line of blood, but the pain failed to register. I blindly found the thumb-turn of continue reading …