After spending almost an hour on the highway with no help in sight and my son’s exams starting in almost thirty minutes, I carried Enzo high up in my arms and began running on the highway, heading towards the road that led to the Exam center. Sweat plastered my hair to my forehead, and my lungs burned, but I couldn’t just stop. We had to make it on time.
Enzo had practiced really hard for this and it would wound me if he didn’t get to take his exams because of his father.
But unfortunately, the gates to the Exam center slammed shut just as we reached it and no matter how much I begged, the security refused to open the gates.
Dejected, I slumped against the wall, feeling sadness and rage creep up into my heart. This was all his fault. That damned husband of mine!
“Mommy, I don’t feel so good,” Enzo whispered next to me and I jerked up in worry, cupping his small face. I almost flinched because he was running very hot. “Are they going to let me in? Where is Daddy? Why did he leave us?”
“I promise–” I started to say, but his next words made my blood turn to ice.
“Mommy…hurts…” he gasped, clutching his chest.