Craig

Craig troughed up to the end of the long off ramp. His heart was at the pit of his stomach and his hands were freezing from gripping Vicki’s backpack. God, I hope they were lost or something and he’d never had to face them again. Especially, the boys. How was he going to explain everything to the boys? He thought for the millionth time. Out of everything he had seen, everything he had done in his life this was by far the hardest thing. He would rather study the entire nervous system again and recite it alphabetically then explain to those two little boys that he had let them down.

Vicki was dead.

He didn’t know how or why. All he knew was that one moment she had been sleeping peacefully then the next… she wasn’t breathing.