In times of great stress, it is said, people find they can do amazing things to protect those they love. When those mythical people say that, they mean mothers lifting cars off their babies, fathers carrying daughters hundreds of miles, stuff like that.
I don’t think they intended it to mean that the moment that the trigger was pulled, and the bullet slammed into my wife’s face, the second the blood and bone…
Maybe I’m rewinding time a few seconds. Maybe I’m flowing through alternative universes. But I’m not giving up.
I gotta catch it one of these times, right?