The man left the office and sprinted toward his car, desperately hoping for a miracle.
The night before, he had not slept a wink, comforting his screaming newborn son and cursing the July heat. He drove to work in the morning and the world seemed eerie, as though he saw everything through a fine spider web. He planned to drop off some documents with his secretary and wasn’t going to stay more than a few minutes, but he got distracted. It was only after three hours that he remembered the car and the sleeping baby inside. His son.
His dead son.