The Passenger Seat

Summary

Picking up my son from school, a Porsche sent my son flying twenty-five feet through the air.

Little Leo was covered in blood, his tiny hand still clutching a newly bought superhero action figure.

I held him, kneeling on the asphalt and begging strangers to call 911, but the woman who caused the crash didn't even get out of her car.

She leaned against the driver's seat to touch up her lipstick, then dialed a phone, her voice sickeningly sweet and soft:

"Mr. Sterling, I messed up and I'm so scared. Please come save me..."