Her Vengeance, His Broken Heart

They called me Liam Miller, the luckiest man in New York City.

My son, Leo, was the center of my universe, and my wife, Sarah, seemed to worship us both.

Our perfect life shattered one rainy day on the highway, a blinding flash of light, twisting metal, and then, nothing.

I woke to the sterile whiteness of a hospital room, a rhythmic beep the only sound, Sarah by my side, her face pale, her grip tight.

"Leo," I rasped, the word a physical wrench from my raw throat. "Where' s Leo? I need to see my son."