Vincent "Your son is out of danger now." The doctor's words echoed through the silent hallway. "He'll need some rest, but he's stable." For the first time since the nightmare began, I felt my lungs fill with air again. My knees almost gave out beneath me as the weight crushing my chest finally eased. I closed my eyes for a brief second, silently thanking God. Darren was safe. The doctor gave us a reassuring nod before walking away, leaving Nyelle and me standing outside the hospital room. Too much had happened in a single night. I slowly turned toward her. She looked exhausted. Her eyes were swollen from crying, her hair was a mess, and there were faint burn marks on the sleeve of her clothes from escaping the fire. Even so, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen because she was alive. Then what she'd confessed outside the burning house replayed in my head. Darren... was my son. I still couldn't believe it. For a moment, I laughed under my breath, shakin
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