weren't wrong. I had a son, Leo, who was the center of my universe. And I ha

rned it into a spectacle. She bought me a private island just off the coast, a climate-contro

replica of the Fortress of Solitude. It was an absurdly extravagant gift, but it made Leo' s eyes light up, and that was all that

o his booster seat, clutching a new Captain America action figure. I was driving. I rememb

e horrific sound of twisting metal. A truck,

machine was the only sound. Sarah was by my side, her face pale and her eyes red-

ad was too thick. Then, like a

oat was raw. "Where' s L

d a path down her cheek. She squeeze

. oh, Go

was a chok

He... he lost too much blood, honey. He

e sped up, a frantic, screaming rhythm that echoed the panic in my chest. The world started to tilt, the white ceiling spinning into a

hing weight that made it hard to breathe. I could hear voices, low and serious, near the door. It was Sarah and the at

n could have been save

e was hesitant, la

ther would give. It was sharp, cold, and utterl

he day he was born, was mean

me was a foreign object in

was silent

could I legitimately take his organs? I' ve supported Liam

d. The Fortress of Solitude. The doting looks, the loving touches. All of it, a lie. A long, calculated investment. My

eavy in my chest. A cold, hard resolve. My body was broken, but my mind had

ted rep

motionless, letting the darknes

case, I' ll give h