One Breath From Death
Language: en
The woman didn't just approach me; she lunged. Before I could even register her presence at the entrance of the coffee shop’s no-smoking zone, her fingers were buried in my hair, wrenching my head back with a violence that sent a jolt of white-hot pain down my spine. "You sick bitch!" she screamed, her face inches from mine, spittle flying. "What is wrong with you? Look at what you did to my son!" I was paralyzed, my mind struggling to bridge the gap between my quiet afternoon and this sudden assault. "You’re coming to the hospital with us right now," she hissed, her grip tightening on my…