I pulled to the side of the road, or as close as I could given
the various police cars that were already there. I got out and looked around
with panic, before I spotted the group of huddled figures. I strode towards
them quickly, ignoring the policewoman that wanted me to stop.
I got there just as a doctor, I guess, was opening my dead
son’s shirt. I pushed him out of the way and cradled my boy, before the cops
pulled me away from the scene.
But at least there was now a reason my DNA
was on him.
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