Blood in the Frosting
Language: en
My wife was just holding our baby son, dropping our daughter off at school. That was all she was doing before a speeding sports car tore through the crosswalk and shattered our world. My infant son’s tiny body was thrown against the car's shattered windshield. The driver stepped out, casually pulling a cigarette from his pocket. He pointed at my boy’s mangled, lifeless form and smiled. It was the smile of the devil himself. Later, the police would tell me that for a vehicular manslaughter charge like this, considering his clean record, the absolute maximum sentence was seven years. Later,…