I couldn’t make my piece of shit car go any faster. Not if I wanted to avoid any chance of getting pulled over. But the sound of my son crying in the back seat crushed my heart into dust. 

Too much.

We’d already lost too much in our lives. Even though I knew it wouldn’t make a difference, there wasn’t a chance in hell that I wouldn’t do everything possible to make this hurt less.

“I’m so sorry, Nox,” I whis...