Rude Awakenings After My Son's DeathChapter 1
"I'll get you there in time, I promise." Those were the last words I said to my son.
And I regret them.
Sitting on the floor, I cradled my son's cold body in my arms with my tears running down. All I could think was that I regret the day I chose his father. Because if I didn't, Jordan wouldn't be dead in my arms a few hours after he was supposed to take his SAT exams.
My story begins 24 hours ago.
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"Jordan, you need to rest." I walked into my son's room with a warm glass of milk and some cookies.
He looked at the plate with hunger in his eyes but shook his head. "No. I need to make Dad proud."
I tried to hide my frown for my son's sake. It was my fault that his father never truly liked him. Jordan’s birth defect also made it hard for Daniel to even consider anything Jordan did as good enough. My husband was a perfectionist and he always considered his son a mistake. A constant reminder of a night gone wrong on his path.
"Dad will be proud." I dropped the cookies on his desk and stroked his thick black hair.
"I don't just want his secretary to write me a new check. I want to see his smile. I want him to hold my hand and say, well done son."