Leon's POVI returned to stand outside the ER doors and clasped my hands tightly together.Even the toughest man crumbled when consumed by terror. In that moment, all I could do was pray and beg the heavens to spare my son, Noel Russell.As for my wife, Allison Strong, I didn't care about her anymore.Noel was still so young. He could barely speak in full sentences, and I hadn't had the chance to take him out and see the world.Overwhelmed with guilt, I slapped myself hard across the face, over and over.Why had I gotten drowsy? Why had I been so careless? Why hadn't I checked the rearview mirror?The crushing exhaustion from work had long been replaced by overwhelming fear. Why did fate have to be so cruel and force me to nearly kill my son?When the lights above the ER clicked off, the doctor stepped out, his scrubs stained with blood."The boy has multiple fractures, and a broken rib punctured his heart. After the surgery, he's going straight to the ICU for observation. You
Read More