I'm shaking with weeping. I couldn't swallow the saliva that had gathered in my throat because the stone obstructing it wouldn't let go. Furthermore, I patted my side to make sure Randle wasn't next to me. I gazed down at my two quivering hands, trying to recall and making myself believe that everything that had transpired wasn't a dream.

“But where's Randle?” I tilt my head to check my phone after I ask that to myself. I can’t believe that everything has happened wasn’t real last night. I reached for my son again, but he is not beside me. But my world collapsed as I looked at it, even the...