My Son Jumped Off The Building
“Don’t pull into the gas station. Turn around. Take me back right now.”
My driver, James Lapman, did not question me. He simply found a path and made the turn.
He pressed the accelerator to the floor and sped back as fast as the car would go.
In another hour, my son, Billy Smith, would livestream his suicide attempt online.
The last time around, he had been wailing in the livestream with such raw anguish that anyone watching would have believed I had been abusing him behind closed doors. However, only I knew the truth. I had nearly bled to death giving birth to him. Since then, he had been the center of my world. I gave him everything he wanted and never once raised my voice at him.