12 #Face the Wrath

“Sorry, is that Mrs. Gray I’m talking to?" Someone on the phone asked Jason’s mother.

“Yes, but who is speaking? “ Jason’s mother responded, urging a question of her own.

The person on the phone, who is a police officer, introduced himself to her on the phone before telling her, “We are sorry to inform you; we are sorry to inform you, but your husband had a car accident.”

Hearing this news made Jason’s mother’s legs jelly, her eyes streaming like a river, and her heart pounding rapidly into her chest. All her senses felt numb as she tried to talk. “How is he? “ She spoke, trying her best to deliver her words as clearly as she could.

“It would be great if you could come here and see him for yourself,” the officer replied, giving her the address of the accident site.

Jason’s mother, wasting a second of her time, held her son in her arms and went to the address given by the officer on the phone.

Little Jason, who was sitting on the couch, watched his mother closely when she was talk