Let this tale serve as a reminder of the cost.
Each shake and shudder of Flight 817 invokes memories of her seven-year-old son’s toothy grin.
Guilt consumes Resolut, recalling their heated argument the day before.
Fears, memories, and shattered dreams flood Resolut’s mind approaching Summer’s oceanfront home.
There’s no escaping me.
A man takes a fateful ride home from work.
He was from another time, another place where people didn’t have faces.
I sat in the bathroom all night wondering if I was about to lose my baby.