My Father’s Midnight Call Saved Us—But I Wish I’d Never Looked Out the Window

Jay inside and dove after him. The door slammed. Lucas punched the gas. A crack hit the van’s rear window, spiderwebbing the glass, and Jay let out a strangled cry, and I pulled him into my chest so hard I felt his heartbeat become indistinguishable from my own.

“Dad?” he whispered.

“I’ve got you,” I said, not knowing if it was true, needing it to be.continue reading …